Nothing ever becomes real till experienced – even a proverb is no proverb until your life has illustrated it

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

When the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

Health is the greatest of blessings - with health and hope we should be content to live.