Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
A sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.
So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.
A day may sink or save a realm.
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.