I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

My mind is clouded with a doubt.

The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.

The mighty hopes that make us men.

If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.

I found Him in the shining of the stars.