I have known more men destroyed by the desire to have wife and child and to keep them in comfort than I have seen destroyed by drink and harlots.

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?

Things fall apart; the center cannot hold.

Let the minor genius go his light way and enjoy his life - the great nature cannot so live, he is never really in holiday mood, even though he often plucks flowers by the wayside and ties them into knots and garlands like little children and lays out on a sunny morning.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

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

Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveler; he Served human liberty.