You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

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

Where Christ brings His cross He brings His presence; and where He is none are desolate, and there is no room for despair.

Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

An ignorance of means may minister to greatness, but an ignorance of aims make it impossible to be great at all.

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

Will that light come again, As now these tears come...falling hot and real!