And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

Italy, My Italy! Queen Mary's Saying Serves For Me (when Fortune's Malice Lost Her Calais): "open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It 'italy.'"

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

It 's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It 's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce; It 's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad. My Own Hope Is, A Sun Will Pierce The Thickest Cloud Earth Ever Stretched; That After Last Returns The First, Though A Wide Compass Round Be Fetched.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!