“Come and take choice of all my library and so beguile thy sorrow.”

“Be thou glad sleeper and thy sorrow offcast. I am the gate to all good adventure.”

“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

“If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it.I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigiland its head bent low with patience.The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish,and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds' nests,and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.”

“Choose thy friends like thy books, few but choice”

“Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee Save Me, save only Me?All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms.But just that thou might'st seek it in my arms. All which thy child's mistakeFancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home; Rise, clasp My hand, and come!”