To do good things in the world, first you must know who you are and what gives meaning to your life.

Who knows but the world may end tonight

Rats They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles. Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.