The World Must Be Peopled!

The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows Make.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

A Stirring Dwarf We Do Allowance Give Before A Sleeping Giant.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.