In this world, who can do a thing, will not; And who would do it, cannot, I perceive: Yet the will's somewhat — somewhat, too, the power — And thus we half-men struggle.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

Where the apple reddens never pry - lest we lose our Edens, Eve and I.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.