Creatures of a day! What is a man? What is he not? A dream of a shadow Is our mortal being. But when there comes to men A gleam of splendour given of Heaven, Then rests on them a light of glory And blessed are their days.

For words Live longer down the years than deeds.

War is sweet to those who have no experience of it, but the experienced man trembles exceedingly at heart on its approach.

Here profits not To tell the whole truth with clear face unveiled. Often is man's best wisdom to be silent.

Death is an angel with two faces: To us he turns A face of terror, blighting all things fair; The other burns With glory of the stars, and love is there.

I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days, My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.

The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways - I to die and you to live. Which is the better, only God knows.