Our Euripides the human, With his droppings of warm tears, and his touchings of things common Till they rose to meet the spheres.
Two human loves make one divine.
But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Art is much, but love is more.
Since when was genius found respectable?
The world's male chivalry has perished out, but women are knights-errant to the last; and, if Cervantes had been greater still, he had made his Don a Donna.