He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.