He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

Hurry no man's cattle; you may come to own a donkey yourself

For love is heaven and heaven is love.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.

He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.