I never saw so sweet a face. As that I stood before. My heart has left it dwelling place ... and can return no more.
The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.
The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.
He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.
Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.
Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude / And flew to the silence of sweet solitude.