She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)
Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
Since when was genius found respectable?
Two human loves make one divine.
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near.
Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.