Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

The shell must break before the bird can fly.

And so the Word had breath, and wrought/ With human hands the creed of creeds/ In loveliness of perfect deeds,/ More strong than all poetic thought.

Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.