Take gifts with a sigh: most men give to be paid.

Who heeds not experience, trust him not.

What man would be wise, let him drink of the river That bears on his bosom the record of time; A message to him every wave can deliver To teach him to creep till he knows how to climb.

But the gods are dead-- Ay, Zeus is dead, and all the gods but Doubt, And doubt is brother devil to Despair!

And a toiler dies in a day.

''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!