A moment's thought would have shown him. But a moment is a long time, and thought is a painful process.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.

Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

Tomorrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

White in the moon the long road lies.