Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds.

If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O Never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

We are fastened to a dying animal.