Where might is, the right is:/ Long purses make strong swords./ Let weakness learn meekness:/ God save the House of Lords!

A creed is a rod,/ And a crown is of night:/ But this thing is God:/ To be man with thy might,/ To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which

As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,/ Death lies dead.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.