Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.
The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.
Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
Tis not that dieing hurts us so- tis living- hurts us more.
Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?