Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

Faith is a fine invention When gentlemen can see, But microscopes are prudent In an emergency.

To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

They say that “Time assuages” - Time never did assuage - An actual suffering strengthens As Sinews do, with age - Time is a Test of Trouble - But not a Remedy - If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.