The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeHer lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeHappiness can be built only on virtue, and must of necessity have truth for its foundation.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge