Change lays her hand not upon the truth.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

Despair the twin-born of devotion.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty ... a man with no loyalty in him, with no sense of love or reverence or devotion due to something outside and above his poor daily life, with its pains and pleasures, profits and losses, is as evil a case as man can be.

Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.