Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.

There is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

When I hear that a personal friend has fallen into matrimonial courses, I feel the same sorrow as if I had heard of his lapsing into theism — a holy sorrow, unmixed with anger.

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel's lips to kiss, we think, A baby's feet.

Today will die tomorrow.

To have read the greatest works of any great poet, to have beheld or heard the greatest works of any great painter or musician, is a possession added to the best things of life.