The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

England! My Country, Great And Free! Heart Of The World, I Leap To Thee!

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.