Obedience decks the Christian most.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
Alas! When duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.
In the case of a creative mind, it seems to me, the intellect has withdrawn its watchers from the gates, and the ideas rush in pell-mell and only then does it review and inspect the multitudes.
Art is difficult, transient is her reward.
Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.