Make ends meet

means how hardly are they won, By which we to the fountains rise! And

haply, ere one half the course is run, Check'd in his progress, the poor devil

Parchment, is that the sacred fount whence roll Waters, he thirsteth not who

once hath quaffed? Oh, if it gush not from thine inmost soul, Thou has not won

Your pardon! 'tis delightful to transport Oneself into the spirit of the past, To

see in times before us how a wise man thought, And what a glorious height we

Ay truly! even to the loftiest star! To us, my friend, the ages that are pass'd A

book with seven seals, close - fasten'd, are; And what the spirit of the times