When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.

A man in armour is his armour's slave.

But facts are facts and flinch not.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.