Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
There sinks the nebulous star we call the sun.
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
There is always change, bad customs pass and give way to better ones.
Shall eagles not be eagles? wrens be wrens? If all the world were falcons, what of that? The wonder of the eagle were the less, But he not less the eagle.