One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'

Just the one prize vouchsafed unworthy me, / Seven years a gardener of the untoward ground.

If two lives join, there is oft a scar, / They are one and one, with a shadowy third; / One near one is too far.

That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!

There's a great text in Galatians, / Once you trip on it, entails / Twenty-nine distinct damnations, / One sure if another fails.

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; / Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz bay.