Child of a day, thou knowest not / The tears that overflow thy urn.

Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desire to attain to what thou art not; for where thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest.

I loved him not; and yet now he is gone / I feel I am alone.

Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good

And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but perceivest not the beam that is in thine own eye? / Either how canst thou say to thy brother, Brother, let me pull out the mote that is in thine eye, when thou thyself beholdest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, cast out first the beam out of thine own eye, and then shalt thou see clearly to pull out the mote that is in thy brother's eye.

Thou canst not say I did it: never shakeThy gory locks at me.