God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear, — All Writings Of Robert Browning

"Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past! Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last! Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, I that: whom shall my soul believe?"

"Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed Its petals up."

"The lie was dead And damned, and truth stood up instead."

"Over my head his arm he flung Against the world."

"Sing, ridings a joy! For me I ride."

"Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in the cradles, And ate the cheeses out of the vats, And licked the soup from the cooks own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside mens Sunday hats, And even spoiled the womens chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats."