Food over flame burns, food over heat cooks

I am a part of all whom I have met.

Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace.

All the youth now in England of free men, who are rich enough to be able to devote themselves to it, be set to learn as long as they are not fit for any other occupation, until they are able to read English writing well.

The vow that binds too quickly snaps itself.

O hard, when love and duty clash!

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.