And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt.
There's no glory like those who save their country.
Things seen are mightier than things heard.
To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.