Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.

Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime; But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.

Good deeds are many, but good lives are few.

Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.