What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.

My sun sets to rise again.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

Our aspirations are our responsibilities.

Ah, love, - you are my unutterable blessing.....I am in full sunshine now.

No work begun shall ever pause for death.

Days decrease, / And autumn grows, autumn in everything.