Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.

Joy, once lost, is pain

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory.

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

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its power the universal frame of things.

Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.