In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.
Each life unfulfilled, you see; It hangs still, patchy and scrappy: We have not sighed deep, laughed free, Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy.
Look not down but up!
Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.
To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.