There is an old saying "well begun is half done"-'tis a bad one. I would use instead-Not begun at all 'til half done.

I have loved the principle of beauty in all things.

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.