Charge once more, then, and be dumb! Let the victors, when they come, When the forts of folly fall, Find thy body by the wall. - Matthew Arnold

We, in some unknown Power's employ, Move on a rigorous line; Can neither, when we will, enjoy, Nor, when we will, resign.

He who would love his fellow man
Must not expect too much of him.

Vain is the effort to forget.
Some day I shall be cold, I know,
As is the eternal moonlit snow
Of the high Alps, to which I go — But ah, not yet, not yet!

Vain is the agony of grief.
'Tis true, indeed, an iron knot
Ties straitly up from mine thy lot,
And were it snapt — thou lov'st me not!
But is despair relief?