Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

Dancing music, music sad, Both together, sane and mad.

A man's life of any worth is a continual allegory.

Health is my expected heaven.

Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel.

I love your hills and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; but oh, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!

You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.