Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.

Necessity, thou mother of the world!

The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.

The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.