Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes.

Heart's ease of pansy, pleasure or thought, Which would the picture give us of these? Surely the heart that conceived it sought Heart's ease.

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

Forget that I remember And dream that I forget.

To say of shame - what is it? Of virtue - we can miss it; Of sin-we can kiss it, And it's no longer sin.

The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight.

Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?