There will grow from straws a mighty heap.
Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.
everything changes, nothing perishes
The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
Pleasure is sweetest when 'tis paid for by another's pain.