He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.
The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May.
France had shown a light to all men, preached a Gospel, all men's good; Celtic Demos rose a Demon, shriek'd and slaked the light with blood.
Life is brief but love is LONG .
A sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier times.