My business is not to remake myself, but to make the absolute best of what God made.

No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.

Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.

It 's wiser being good than bad; It 's safer being meek than fierce; It 's fitter being sane than mad. My own hope is, a sun will pierce The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; That after Last returns the First, Though a wide compass round be fetched.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?