Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
A lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.