Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

I have drunken deep of joy.

Deep truth is imageless.

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?

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.