 Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed. |
| He hath freedom whoso beareth clean and constant heart within. |
| They hate whom they fear. |
| Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men. |
| He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise. |
| O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics. |
| To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen. |
| No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars. |
