For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.