Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.

That each from other differs, first confess; next that he varies from himself no less.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd

From the moment one sets up for an author, one must be treated as ceremoniously, that is as unfaithfully, "as a king's favorite or a king.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?