Ignorance Of One's Misfortunes Is Clear Gain.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

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.

Who Dares Not Speak His Free Thoughts Is A Slave.

Often A Noble Face Hides Filthy Ways.

Mankind Led On By Gods Err All Too Easily.