So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe, all were for me, in the kiss of one girl.

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!

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.

What a thing friendship is - World without end.

Still more labyrinthine buds the rose.