And lips say “God be pitiful,” Who ne'er said “God be praised.”

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

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)

Since when was genius found respectable?

It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.