I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul.
No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures Than I began to think of rhymes and measures: The air that floated by me seem'd to say 'Write! thou wilt never have a better day.