When pain ends, gain ends too.
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
Oh, the little more, and how much it is! And the little less, and what worlds away.
Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!
Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done.