I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.
This is the very coinage of your brain: this bodiless creation ecstasy.
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
Though she be but little, she is fierce!
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.