It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
Fills The air around with beauty.
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
He had kept The whiteness of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept.
Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over may be meant to save.
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes; But no too humbly, or she will despise Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes: Disguise even tenderness if thou art wise.