The common problem, yours, mine, everyone's Is ? not to fancy what were fair in life Provided it could be ? but, finding first What may be, then find how to make it fair Up to our means.

A man in armor is his armor's slave.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

Sing, riding 's a joy! For me I ride.

Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!