Still must I hear? - shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl / His creaking couplets in a tavern hall, / And I not sing?

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire -- in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

For them therein shall be groaning and therein they shall not hear.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

He that hears much, and speaks not all, shall be welcome both in bower and hall

The Cardinal is at his wit's end -- it is true that he had not far to go.