Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.
His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.
Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.
Deemest thou laborOnly is earnest?Grave is all beauty,Solemn is joy.
In this world with starry dome,Floored with gemlike plains and seas,Shall I never feel at home,Never wholly be at ease?