A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.

“Ne taş kuleler, ne tunç duvarlar,Ne havasız zindanlar, ne zincirlerBağlayabilir…”

“But jealous souls will not be answered so.They are not ever jealous for the cau…”

“Were all the letters sun, I could not see one.”

“Никога няма да намериш жена без отговор, освен ако се окаже без език”