God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

"With this same key Shakespeare unlocked his heart" once more! Did Shakespeare? If so, the less Shakespeare he!

Tis looking downward makes one dizzy.

How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!

Fair or foul the lot apportioned life on earth, we bear alike.

O never star Was lost; here We all aspire to heaven and there is heaven Above us. If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom. I shall emerge some day.

Mothers, wives and maids, These be the tools with which priests manage men.