Who says that fictions only and false hairBecome a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?Is all good structure in a winding stair?
Truth, Beauty
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.
Poetry, Death, Sky
Man is no star, but a quick coalOf mortal fire:Who blows it not, nor doth controlA faint desire,
Poetry, Desire, Man
Woe be to him that reads but one book.
Books, Reading
The best mirror is an old friend.
Friendship