I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
John KeatsWe have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."
John KeatsI compare human life to a large mansion of many apartments, two of which I can only describe, the doors of the rest being as yet shut upon me.
John Keats