Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
For life, with all its yields of joy and woe Is just a chance o' the prize of learning love.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.
Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.
Earth is crammed with heavens.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.