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.

They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep.

Rest is sweet after strife.

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

Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?

The things which must be must be for the best.

We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.