My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
We see the light but see not whence it comes. O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.
Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow
I shall not want Honor in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus And other heroes of that kidney.