And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.

Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.

"One impulse from a vernal wood

Delivered from the galling yoke of time.

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.