I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,/ Tears from the depth of some divine despair.

In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.