There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

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

What men call gallantry, and gods adultery, is much more common where the climate's sultry.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

And those who saw, it did surprise, Such drops could fall from human eyes.

She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not; And tenderness-- but that I had for her; Humility-- and that I never had. Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own-- I loved her, and destroy'd her!

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!