Their woes gone by, and both to heaven upflown, To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne.
A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.
If I should die, I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget.
What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?