Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade

The World And Life's Too Big To Pass For A Dream

Sappho Survives, Because We Sing Her Songs; And Eschylus, Because We Read His Plays!

Mothers, Wives And Maids, These Be The Tools With Which Priests Manage Men.

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy? No Feat Which, Done, Would Make Time Break, And Let Us Pent-up Creatures Through Into Eternity, Our Due? No Forcing Earth Teach Heaven's Employ?