The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.

The song that nerves a nation's heart is in itself a deed.

Wearing all that weight Of learning lightly like a flower.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

Better not be at all than not be noble.

Attain the unattainable.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.