I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Only that which does not teach, which does not cry out, which does not condescend, which does not explain, is irresistible.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.

For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?