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My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that color.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.
To be furious, is to be frighted out of fear.
Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.
Things past redress are now with me past care
Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.
And fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
The clock upbraids me with the waste of time.
Sick in the world's regard, wretched and low.
Oh, flatter me; for love delights in praises.
And a man's life's no more than to say "One."
He lives in fame that died in virtue's cause.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
How ill white hairs become a fool and jester!
For trust not him that hath once broken faith
I trimmed my lamp, consumed the midnight oil.
Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
Far from the world I walk, and from all care.
For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
Too many words are lit for a beast of burden.
Plenty, as well as Want, can separate friends.
Only to have a grief equal to all these tears!
Reason, I sacrifice you to the evening breeze.
Many imitate limits, not unlimited potentials.
In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid.
Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
O peace! how many wars were waged in thy name.
Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise?
One self-approving hour whole years outweighs.
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.
Learn from the beasts the physic of the field.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.
God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.
Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
We needs must love the highest when we see it.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great.