His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.

I am not a pessimist but a pejorist (as George Eliot said she was not an optimist but a meliorist); and that philosophy is founded on my observation of the world, not on anything so trivial and irrelevant as personal history.

Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, and we were young.

Happy bridegroom, Hesper brings All desired and timely things. All whom morning sends to roam, Hesper loves to lead them home. Home return who him behold, Child to mother, sheep to fold, Bird to nest from wandering wide: Happy bridegroom, seek your bride.

Poetry is not the thing said, but the way of saying it.