the shell must break before the bird can fly.

Man's word is God in man.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

A doubtful throne is ice on summer seas.

Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

The old order changeth yielding place to new And God fulfills himself in many ways Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me I have lived my life and that which I have done May he within himself make pure but thou If thou shouldst never see my face again Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.