Euclid Alone Has Looked on Beauty Bare.
Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
I make bean stalks, I'm A builder, like yourself.
I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.
Oh, children, growing up to be Adventurers into sophistry, Forbear, forbear to be of those That read the rood to learn the rose.