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

Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.

The highest spiritual quality, the noblest property of mind a man can have, is this of loyalty.

There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.