Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

“If that be simply perfectestWhich can by no way be expressed But negatives, my …”

“And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.”

“Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce,For, he tames it, that fetters it …”

“BUSY old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus,Through windows, and through cur…”