And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.