Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Every one soon or late comes round by Rome.
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.
Talent should minister to genius.
Love, hope, fear, faith - these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
A man in armour is his armour's slave.