A fool must now and then be right, by chance
Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
Still ending, and beginning still.