Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

O Wonderful, Wonderful, And Most Wonderful Wonderful! And Yet Again Wonderful, And After That, Out Of All Hooping.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

That Strain Again! It Had A Dying Fall: O, It Came O'er My Ear Like The Sweet Sound That Breathes Upon A Bank Of Violets, Stealing And Giving Odour! Enough; No More: 'tis Not So Sweet As It Was Before.