The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
John KeatsYou are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.
John Keats