Thou must (in commanding and winning, or serving and losing, suffering or triumphing) be either anvil or hammer.

A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.

When young, one is confident to be able to build palaces for mankind, but when the time comes one has one's hands full just to be able to remove their trash.

Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.

Two souls dwell, alas! in my breast.

Names are but noise and smoke, Obscuring heavenly light.

All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.