What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
I am ashes where once I was fire.
There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.