We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.
Algernon Charles SwinburneThere is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.
Algernon Charles SwinburneBefore the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
Algernon Charles Swinburne