The things which must be must be for the best.

Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.

Rest is sweet after strife.

Since we parted yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,- One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,-thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.

Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.

No one will learn anything at all, unless one first will learn humility.

That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.