Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

As the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.