For love reflects the thing beloved.
It's better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would've happened if I had tried
A louse in the locks of literature.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
In the long years liker they must grow; The man be more of woman, she of man.
Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.