No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.
A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!