Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

I should be very willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes, had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all such efforts fail.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell Then shriek'd the timid, and stood still the brave, Then some leap'd overboard with fearful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave.

Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.