I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.
In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Faultless to a fault.
Fail I alone, in words and deeds? Why, all men strive and who succeeds?
how sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet