All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.

But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.

I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way Of speaking gently ... for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated veins, distorted joints, Or beautiful new cases of curved spine; While we, we are shocked at nature's falling off, We dare to shrink back from her warts and blains.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.