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

What! alive, and so bold, O earth?

When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.

I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of wonder that they presume to write my name.

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.

First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.