Wine is only sweet to happy men.
My creed is love and you are its only tenet.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty
There is nothing stable in the world; uproar's your only music.
Let us away, my love, with happy speed; There are no ears to hear, or eyes to see, - Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead. Awake! arise! my love and fearless be, For o'er the southern moors I have a home for thee.
I am in that temper that if I were under water I would scarcely kick to come to the top.