Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

All Good Things Are Ours, Nor Soul Helps Flesh More, Now, Than Flesh Helps Soul!

I Count Life Just A Stuff To Try The Soul's Strength On.

It 's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It 's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce; It 's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad. My Own Hope Is, A Sun Will Pierce The Thickest Cloud Earth Ever Stretched; That After Last Returns The First, Though A Wide Compass Round Be Fetched.