So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries, She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.

A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.

Wine is only sweet to happy men.

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.

I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!

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.