As the dawn comes up like thunder.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins, when all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins.

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

There's no jealousy in the grave.