'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have love at all.

I am part of all that I have met.

Never morning wore To evening but some heart did break.

We cannot be kind to each other here for an hour; We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame; However we brave it out, we men are a little breed.

All things human change.

I am a part of all that I have met.

Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

I myself must mix with action, lest I wither by despair.

And is there any moral shut Within the bosom of the rose?

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.