Fair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied."

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.

When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

All empty souls tend to extreme opinion. It is only in those who have built up a rich world of memories and habits of thought that extreme opinions affront the sense of probability. Propositions, for instance, which set all the truth upon one side can only enter rich minds to dislocate and strain, if they can enter at all, and sooner or later the mind expels them by instinct.

Things said or done long years ago Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.