All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

O hard, when love and duty clash!

The Christmas bells from hill to hill Answer each other in the mist.

When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.

For man is man and master of his fate.

Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.