Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.

But the nearer the dawn the darker the night, And by going wrong all things come right. Things have been mended that were worse, and the the worse, the nearer they are to mend.