He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

Pour away despair and rinse the cup. Eat happiness like bread.

A grave is such a quiet place.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the earth and cease To ponder on themselves, the while they stare At nothing, intricately drawn nowhere.

What should I be but just what I am?