Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in.

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart.

Only yield when you must, never "give up the ship," but fight on to the last "with a stiff upper lip!

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.