A king of infinite space
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.
There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
Thou lump of foul deformity!
She told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father Entirely to her love, but if she lost it Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After new fancies.
A flock of blessings light upon thy back