Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!
All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.
In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire!
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.