Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name.
Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.
Oft in dreams invention we bestow to change a flounce or add a furbelow.