I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeable evaporate.

Death is Life's high meed.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they