Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.
Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong.
Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat- No worthier cat Ever sat on a mat, Or caught a rat. Requiescat!