The present is an eternal now.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
The monster London laugh at me.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.