If poisonous minerals, and if that tree, Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents envious Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

we give each other a smile with a future in it

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.

That thou remember them, some claim as debt; I think it mercy, if thou wilt forget.

Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.

What if this present were the world's last night?