In The First Is The Last, In

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

Of What I Call God, And Fools Call Nature.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

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

Man Seeks His Own Good At The Whole World's Cost.