The brave deserve the lovely – every woman may be won.

They saw a Dream of Loveliness descending from the train.

It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride.

The brave deserve the lovely - every woman may be won.

The Lord of Learning who upraised mankind from being silent brutes to singing men.

Life will be lengthened while growing, for Thought is the measure of life.

Thought is the measure of life.

Sweet music! sacred tongue of God.

What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst, A single Dropp to quenche a Thirst, Tho' oft it prooves, in happie Hour, The first swete Dropp of our long Showre.

Time fleeth on, Youth soon is gone, Naught earthly may abide; Life seemeth fast, But may not last-- It runs as runs the time.