Well, well, be it so, thou strongest their of all, For thou hast stolen my will, and made it thine.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?