Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is love.

So wondrous wild, the whole might seemthe scenery of a fairy dream.

One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.