In Ourselves Are Triumph And Defeat.

Death Is Better Than Disease.

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

Make Not Thyself The Judge Of Any Man.

The Pleasant Books, That Silently Among Our Household Treasures Take Familiar Places, And Are To Us As If A Living Tongue Spake From The Printed Leaves Or Pictured Faces!

Now To Rivulets From The Mountains Point The Rods Of Fortune-tellers; Youth Perpetual Dwells In Fountains, Not In Flasks, And Casks, And Cellars.