The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99

A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!

If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.

So bright the tear in Beauty's eye, Love half regrets to kiss it dry.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.