Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more decline'd, one more footpath untrod, One more devil's triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!

— Robert Browning

Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils’-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!

— Robert Browning

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

— Robert Browning

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

— Robert Browning

God is the perfect poet.

— Robert Browning

God’s in His heaven—All’s right with the world!

— Robert Browning

Grow old along with me--the best is yet to be,

— Robert Browning

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be.

— Robert Browning

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made ...

— Robert Browning

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

— Robert Browning