All things come round to him who will but wait.

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!

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

The soul...is audible, not visible.