Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy

For Deadly Fear Can Time Outgo, And Blanch At Once The Hair.

It Is Only When I Dally With What I Am About, Look Back And Aside, Instead Of Keeping My Eyes Straight Forward, That I Feel These Cold Sinkings Of The Heart.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Every Hour Has Its End.

Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not Your Plowshare Too Deep Into New Land.