Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky - I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.

Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.