“The good die first.”

“The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.”

“Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.”

“She died, and left to meThis heath, this calm and quiet scene,The memory of what has been,And never more will be.”

“The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.”

“One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.”

“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.”