Things said or done long years ago Or things I did not do or say But thought that I might say or do, Weigh me down, and not a day But something is recalled, My conscience or my vanity appalled.

Englishmen are babes in philosophy and so prefer faction-fighting to the labour of its unfamiliar thought.

Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?

And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.

But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.