Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.
If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.
Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!
grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.
One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.
All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.