The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
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.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
Say not "a small event!" Why "small"? Costs it more pain that this ye call A "great event" should come to pass From that? Untwine me from the mass Of deeds which make up life, one deed Power shall fall short in or exceed!