You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

The sky is changed,-and such a change! O night And storm and darkness! ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among, Leaps the live thunder.

They say that Hope is happiness But genuine Love must prize the past; And Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most Was once our only hope to be: And all that hope adored and lost Hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- The future cheats us from afar: Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are.