Evil, be thou my good.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
The end of all learning is to know God, and out of that knowledge to love and imitate Him.
To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.
No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free.
Only this I know, That one celestial father gives to all.