Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
No star ever rose or set without influence somewhere.
Who knows nothing base, Fears nothing known.
Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.
The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.
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.