A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

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.

There is no passion, more spectral or fantastical than hate, not even its opposite, love, so peoples air, with phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

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

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.