The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
Mistakes live in the neighbourhood of truth and therefore delude us.
Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where knowledge is free.
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.