Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

When Death to either shall come - I pray it be first to me.

Beauty being the best of all we know sums up the unsearchable and secret aims of nature.

The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

O soul, be patient: thou shalt find A little matter mend all this; Some strain of music to thy mind, Some praise for skill not spent amiss.

When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.