Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

Who knows most, doubts most.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.