Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I

Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who Will Not Be The Friend Of Every Man.

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

Talk Sense To A Fool And He Calls You Foolish.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Silver And Gold Are Not The Only Coin; Virtue Too Passes Current All Over The World.