Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

I hear it in the deep heart's core.

It is one of the great troubles of life that we cannot have any unmixed emotions. There is always something in our enemy that we like, and something in our sweetheart that we dislike.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

A poet is a good citizen turned inside out.