Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
A thirst for gold, The beggar's vice, which can but overwhelm The meanest hearts.
I have not loved the World, nor the World me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coined my cheek to smiles,-nor cried aloud In worship of an echo.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!