“Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,The bridal of the earth and sky;The dew shall weep thy fall tonight,For thou must die.”

“Man is no star, but a quick coalOf mortal fire:Who blows it not, nor doth controlA faint desire,”

“Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?Is all good structure in a winding stair?”