She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.