Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

Behind The Steps That Misery Treads Approaching Comfort View: The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow Chastised By Sabler Tints Of Woe, And Blended Form, With Artful Strife, The Strength And Harmony Of Life.

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.