A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.
Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Nothing in Nature is unbeautiful.
Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.