Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the flowers they have planted, to see if they are growing.

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!