An intellectual hate is the worst.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?

Test every work of intellect or faith and everything that your own hands have wrought.

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.