Who rises from prayer a better man, his prayer is answered.
The well of true wit is truth itself.
But O the truth, the truth. The many eyes That look on it The diverse things they see.
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.