Love is the only gold.
There twice a day the Severn fills; The salt sea-water passes by, And hushes half the babbling Wye, And makes a silence in the hills.
Nature, so far as in her lies, imitates God.
By blood a king, in heart a clown.
In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold
Faith lives in honest doubt.