Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

Today will die tomorrow.

For words divide and rend But silence is most noble till the end.

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.