The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Bid imagination run / Much on the Great Questioner; / What He can question, what if questioned I / Can with a fitting confidence reply.

I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.

Everything we look upon is blest.