Some falls the means are happier to rise.

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

I see a man's life is a tedious one.

My glass shall not persuade me I am old, So long as youth and thou are of one date; But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.

These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed our sport.

Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.

Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.