For nothing worthy proving can be proven, Nor yet disproven: wherefore thou be wise, Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to Faith beyond the forms of Faith!

Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word.

First pledge our Queen this solemn night, Then drink to England, every guest; That man's the best Cosmopolite Who loves his native country best.

Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower - but if I could understand What you are…

I was raised on the good book Jesus Till I read between the lines Now I don't believe I ever wanna see the morning

'She prays to God most every night And though she swears he doesn't listen theres a little hope in her he might.'

A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.