The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
To be young was very heaven!
O dearer far than light and life are dear.
Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.