We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.
But so fair, She takes the breath of men away Who gaze upon her unaware.
Oh, a day in the city-square, there is no such pleasure in life!
When the dust of death has choked a great man's voice, the common words he said turn oracles, the common thoughts he yoked like horses draw like griffins.
Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.
Two human loves make one divine.