He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

It is unconceivable that the whole Universe was merely created for us who live in this third-rate planet of a third-rate moon.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.

How fares it with the happy dead?

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-morrow'll be the happiest time of all the glad New Year,- Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be queen o' the May.

I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell.