But Love has pitched his mansion in the place of excrement. For nothing can be sole or whole that has not been rent.

Fair and foul are near of kin And fair needs foul," I cried. "My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied."

How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics?

One should say before sleeping: I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knee and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again.

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations-at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.