Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.

God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.

What a thing friendship is - World without end.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.