Religion-freedom-vengeance-what you will, A word's enough to raise mankind to kill.
He scratched his ear, the infallible resource to which embarrassed people have recourse.
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!
I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.
You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?