Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

I, too, saw God through mud

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.