Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own

Our wills and fates do so contrary runThat our devices still are overthrown;Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

All's well that ends well. . . .

Men should be what they seem;Or those that be not, would they might seem none!

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Religion is not ours till we live by it, till it is the Religion of our thoughts, words, and actions, till it goes with us into every place, sits uppermost on every occasion, and forms and governs our hopes and fears, our cares and pleasures.