All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.

The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

If you get simple beauty and naught else, you get about the best thing God invents.

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.