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

I hear you reproach, "But delay was best, For their end was a crime." Oh, a crime will do As well, I reply, to serve for a test As a virtue golden through and through, Sufficient to vindicate itself And prove its worth at a moment's view! . . . . . . Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will! The counter our lovers staked was lost As surely as if it were lawful coin; And the sin I impute to each frustrate ghost Is-the unlit lamp and the ungirt loin, Though the end in sight was a vice, I say.

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

Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.

Truth never hurt the teller.

Truth is within ourselves.