"... who shall set a shore to love? When hath it ever swerved from death, or when Hath it not burned away all barriers, Even dearest ties of mother and of son, Even of brothers?"

"... can any tell How sorrow first doth come? Is there a step, A light step, or a dreamy drip of oars? Is there a stirring of leaves, a ruffle of wings? For it seems to me that softly, without hand, Surely she touches me."

"The dead who frown I fear not: but I fear The dead who smile!"

"A sense of something coming on the world, A crying of dead prophets from their tombs, A singing of dead poets from their graves."

"It is the fault of dreamers to fear fate."

"To me it seems that they who grasp the world, The Kingdom and the power and the glory, Must pay with deepest misery of spirit, Atoning unto God for a brief brightness, And ever ransom, like this rigid king, The outward victory with inward loss."

"I tell you we are fooled by the eye, the ear, These organs muffle us from that real world That lies about us, we are duped by brightness. The ear, the eye doth make us deaf and blind; Else should we be aware of all our dead, Who pass above us, through us and beneath us."

"True to a vision, steadfast to a dream."

"I have learned to dread what cometh suddenly, And sniff about a sweet thing like a hound: And most I dread the sudden gifts of gods."

"Think you the old would die? At any cost they would prolong the light. 'Tis we, in whose pure blood the fever takes, Newly innoculate with violent life, 'Tis we who are so mad to die."

"... how shall I know That I myself may not, by sorrow taught, Accept the perfect stillness of the ground?"

"Sea-faring men with their sea-weary eyes."

"The half of music, I have heard men say, Is to have grieved; when comes the lonely wail Over the mind."

"With slow sweet surgery restore the brain, And to dispel shadows and shadowy fear."

"The greenly silent and cool-growing night."

"Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea."

"And though with sadder, still with kinder eyes, We shall behold all frailties, we shall haste To pardon, and with mellowing minds to bless."

"So still it is that we might almost hear The sigh of all the sleepers in the world. And all the rivers running to the sea."

"I would not take life but on terms of death, That sting in the wine of being, salt of its feast."

"The illumed unconscious faces of the crowd!"

"Dowghter, in this I can thinke no other But that it is true thys proverbe olde, Hastye love is soone hot and soone colde!"

"The listless ripple of Oblivion."

"How good it is to live, even at the worst!"

"What were revel without wine? What were wine without a song?"

"These draught-boards, ivory inlaid with silver."

"Alas! I am a woman utterly!"

"She hath no skill in living—but to love."

"When did a lover heed a mother's woe?"

"A shambling shadow, a wrecked, mumbling ghost, A man no more."

"... she who sits enthroned may not prolong The luxury of tears; nor may she waste. In lasting widowhood a people's hopes, So hard is height, so cruel is a crown."

"I'll crouch before I spring, spy ere I leap."

"The touch that's gracious, deft, and feminine."

"Behold me now A man not old, but mellow, like good wine.""

"As rich and purposeless as is the rose: Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."

"Thy simple doom is to be beautiful."

"The love that shall not weary, must be art."

"Thy face remembered is from other worlds, It has been died for, though I know not when. It has been sung of, though I know not where."

"A ship is sooner rigged by far, than a gentlewoman made ready."

"Catch occasion by the foretop."

"The First Time she was grave, as well she might, For Women will be damn'd sullen the first Night; But faith, they'l quickly mend, so be n't uneasie: To Night she's brisk, and trys New Tricks to please ye."

"She drugged her brain against realities, And lived in dreams, and was with music fed."

"Beautiful Faith surrendering to Time."

"The fierce ingratitude of children loved, Ah, sting of stings!"

"What is the love of men that women seek it?"

"The fiery funeral of foliage old."

"Cedant arma togæ, concedat laurea linguæ."

"The same water that drives the mill, decayeth it."