A lion may die of an ass's kick.
Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.
Why comes temptation but for man to meet And master and make crouch beneath his foot, And so be pedestaled in triumph?
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.