An Ignorance Of Means May Minister To

I Begin To Think That None Are So Bold As The Timid, When They Are Fairly Roused.

She Lived, We'll Say, A Harmless Life, She Called A Virtuous Life, A Quiet Life, Which Was Not Life At All (but That She Had Not Lived Enough To Know)

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!

And Chaucer, With His Infantine Familiar Clasp Of Things Divine.