He Makes A Solitude, And Calls It

When Falls The Coliseum, Rome Shall Fall; And When Rome Falls--the World.

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

It Is When We Think We Lead That We Are Most Led.

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me, But Let Us Part Fair Foes; I Do Believe, Though I Have Found Them Not, That There May Be Words Which Are Things, Hopes Which Will Not Deceive, And Virtues Which Are Merciful, Or Weave Snares For The Failing: I Would Also Deem O'er Others' Griefs That Some Sincerely Grieve; That Two, Or One, Are Almost What They Seem, That Goodness Is No Name, And Happiness No Dream.