It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
Bologna is celebrated for producing popes, painters, and sausage.
What is Death, so it be but glorious? 'Tis a sunset; And mortals may be happy to resemble The Gods but in decay.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!
Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!