Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.