Style, personality - deliberately adopted and therefore a mask - is the only escape from the hot-faced bargainers and money-changers.

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

And pluck till time and times are done the silver apples of the moon the golden apples of the sun.

I have found nothing half so good / As my long-planned half solitude, / Where I can sit up half the night / With some friend that has the wit.

Who mocks at music mocks at love.