Nor is he the wisest man who never proved himself a fool.
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Woman is the lesser man.
The many fail: the one succeeds.
Authority forgets a dying king.