Pain has an element of blank
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.