Or from Browning some "Pomegranate," which if cut deep down the middle Shows a heart within blood-tinctured, of a veined humanity.

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.

God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.

The English have a scornful insular way Of calling the French light.

What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.