An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick

Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.

You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to spur me into song?

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.

The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart.

I have nothing more to give you than my heart. Spanish saying Hearts are not to be had as a gift hearts are to be earned.