Love is the energy of life.
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.
Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.