He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.

Of power does Man possess no particle: Of knowledge-just so much as show that still It ends in ignorance on every side.

Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.