Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores
A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.
I have had a thousand kisses, for which with my whole soul I thank love—but if you should deny me the thousand and first—‘t would put me to the proof how great a misery I could live through.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.