You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

Next to dressing for a rout or ball, undressing is a woe.

I learned to love despair.

Now what I love in women is, they won't Or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel