I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

A pretty woman's worth some pains to see.

What joy is better than the news of friends?

There is no truer truth obtainable by Man than comes of music

God is the perfect poet.