If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!
In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.
And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.
Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.