The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.
There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.
Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.
Time stoops to no man's lure.
While three men hold together, the kingdoms are less by three.