Death forerunneth Love to win "Sweetest eyes were ever seen."

Whoever lives true life, will love true love.

The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'

The flower-girl's prayer to buy roses and pinks, held out in the smoke, like stars by day.

So mothers have God's license to be missed.

There Shakespeare, on whose forehead climb The crowns o' the world; oh, eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time!

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.