All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
Beauty is not beauty without love.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.