France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Trust me not at all, or all in all.
Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus