For always roaming with a hungry heart.

I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the lees.

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

Either sex alone is half itself.

The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.

O mighty-mouthed inventor of harmonies, O skilled to sing of Time or Eternity, God-gifted organ-voice of England, Milton, a name to resound for ages.

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.