Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

I say, the acknowledgment of God in ChristAccepted by thy reason, solves for theeAll questions in the earth and out of it,And has so far advanced thee to be wise.

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

How good is life, the mere living!

A lion may die of an ass's kick.