No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.

Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.

Life isn't all beer and skittles; few of us have touched a skittle in years.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.