Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
Most progress is most failure.
A man in armor is his armor's slave.
Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.
This could but have happened once,- And we missed it, lost it forever.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.