I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age

It's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce: It's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad.

Each Life Unfulfilled, You See; It Hangs Still, Patchy And Scrappy: We Have Not Sighed Deep, Laughed Free, Starved, Feasted, Despaired,—been Happy.

If All The World Is A Stage And Life Is Just A Play Upon It, Get Me Two Seats In The Stalls.

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?