Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.
The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.
Fear that makes faith may break faith.
Today will die tomorrow.
Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?
I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap: I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.