Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.
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.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
Praise is deeper than the lips
Genius has somewhat of the infantine; but of the childish not a touch or taint.