Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

Thought is the soul of act.

What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?

Ignorance is not innocence but sin.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.

The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.