I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.

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

And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

O for the gentleness of old Romance, the simple planning of a minstrel's song!

There is an awful warmth about my heart like a load of immortality.