When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.

Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.

Oh, to be in England now that April's there.

Love is energy of life.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.