Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday It was the dust, the sunshine, and the rains.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

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

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.