Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

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.

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.

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

God is the perfect poet.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.