I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

She has seen the mystery hid Under Egypt's pyramid: By those eyelids pale and close Now she knows what Rhamses knows.

Whoever lives true life, will love true love.

The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.

He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently, He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.

Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.