The heavens and earth stay as they were; my heart Beats as it beat: the truth remains the truth.
T’was a thief said the last kind word to Christ. Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.
From the sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o’erlace the sea.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too – what’s become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life’s set prize.
Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy?
Twere too absurd to slight For the hereafter the todays delight!
We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.
Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.
For the preacher’s merit or demerit, It were to be wished that the flaws were fewer In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, But the main thing is, does it hold good measure Heaven soon sets right all other matters!
I am grown peaceful as old age tonight.
But God has a few of us to whom he whispers in the ear; The rest may reason and welcome; ’tis we musicians know.
But little do or can the best of us: That little is achieved through Liberty.
When the liquor’s out, why clink the cannikin?
Youth means love, Vows can’t change nature, priests are only men.
I judge people by what they might be, – not are, nor will be.
The past is gained, secure, and on record.
Lofty designs must close in like effects.
What so wild as words are?
Go in thy native innocence, rely On what thou hast of virtue, summon all, For God towards thee hath done his part, do thine.