I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; … - Winthrop Mackworth Praed

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Who's married and who isn't married. I have my standards but I shouldn't have to impose my standards on others. Other people have their standards and they have no right to impose their marriage standards on me.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; I think that life is not too long, And therefore I determine, That many people read a song, Who will not read a sermon.

Impotent, Life, Long, Mortals, Song, Thinking

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Still and pale Thou movest in thy silver veil, Queen of the night! the filmy shroud Of many a mild, transparent cloud Hides, yet adorns thee.

Moon, Night, Queens, Shroud, Thou, Veil

Of science and logic he chatters, As fine and as fast as he can; Though I am no judge of such matters, I'm sure he's a talented man.

Judging, Men, Science, Talented, Though

Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair; The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The twopenny post's in despair; The breath of the morning is flinging A magic on blossom and spray, And cockneys and sparrows are singing In chorus on Valentine's day.

Flinging, Morning, Shutter, Sparrows, Valentine, Witty

I think while zealots fast and frown, And fight for two or seven, That there are fifty roads to town, And rather more to Heaven.

Fight, Fighting, Think, Thinking, Two, Zealots

Twelve years ago I made a mock Of filthy trades and traffics; I considered what they meant by stock; I wrote delightful sapphics; I knew the streets of Rome and Troy, I supped with fates and Fairies-- Twelve years ago I was a boy, A happy boy at Drury's.

Boys, Education, Fate, Trades, Twelve, Years