My sun sets to rise again.
A man in armour is his armour's slave.
O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.
In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung To their first fault, and withered in their pride.