Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

Theirs is not to make reply: Theirs is not to reason why: Theirs is but to do and die.

The last great Englishman is low.

Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

Virtue must shape itself in deed.