For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.

Love's very pain is sweet

See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.

As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.