What, for us, are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles?

Is it so, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer most? That the strongest wander farthest, and more hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain, And the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the …

Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light, I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet.

Ye blushing virgins happy are In the chaste nunnery of her breasts— For he'd profane so chaste a fair, Whoe'er should call them Cupid's nests.

For see the rosy May draws nigh; She claims a virgin queen; And hark, the happy shepherds cry, 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

So venerable, so majestic, is this living temple of justice, this immemorial and yet freshly growing fabric of the Common Law, that the least of us is happy who hereafter may point to so much as one stone thereof and say, The work of my …