Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.

The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!

Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.

Love, which is quickly kindled in the gentle heart, seized this man for the fair form that was taken from me, the manner still hurts me. Love which absolves no beloved one from loving, seized me so strongly with his charm that, as thou seest, it does not leave me yet

Your eyes smile peace.

It is beautiful, the world, and life itself. I am glad I have lived.