Some go to Church, proud humbly to repent, And come back much more guilty than they went: One way they look, another way they steer, Pray to the Gods; but would have Mortals hear; And when their sins they set sincerely down, They'll find that their Religion has been one.

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.

A strange alternative * * *Must women have a doctor or a dance?

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform and mortal men lay hold on heaven.

Men are but men; we did not make ourselves.