Wisdom married to immortal verse.

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.

The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them.

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.