So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.