Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.

“The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.”

“First don: O cuckoo, shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? Second d…”

“June suns, you cannot store themTo warm the winter's cold,The lad that hopes fo…”

“Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?And what has he be…”