'Tis more brave

For only by knowledge of that which is not Thyself shall thyself be learn'd.

There is a pleasure which is born of pain.

The thing which must be, must be for the best.

Art is Nature made by Man To Man the interpreter of God.

Since we parted, yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer, One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,—thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.