We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears.

Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.

We ought to have lived in mental communion, and no more.

You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!

Do you know that I have undergone three quarters of this labour entirely for the sake of the fourth quarter?

Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them.