To live a life half dead, a living death.
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.
Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
So hand in hand they passed, the loveliest pair that ever since in love's embraces met -- Adam, the goodliest man of men since born his sons; the fairest of her daughters Eve.