Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.
My heart is like a singing bird.
All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; All earth's full rivers cannot fill The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.