Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

O last regret, regret can die!