Children have a fastidiousness that time is slow to cure. It is to be wondered, for example, whether if the elderly were half as hungry as children are they would yet find so many things at table to be detestable.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

But, visiting Sea, your love doth press / And reach in further than you know, / And fills all these; and, when you go, / There's loneliness in loneliness.

The traveling heart went free / With endless streams; that strife was stopped; / And down a thousand vales I dropped, / I flowed to Italy.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

... I am dark but fair, / Black but fair.