And he is oft the wisest manWho is not wise at all.
Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.