We all scribble poetry.
The force of union conquers all.
It is the bold man who every time does best, at home or abroad.
First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on
Nothing feebler does earth nurture than man, Of all things breathing and moving.