All imitation is exaggeration. — Alfred Austin

"Omit deaths certain sharpness, life would lack The salt that lends it savour."

"Friendship, tis said, is love without his wings, And friendship, sir, is sweet enough for me."

"I love the doubt, the dark, the fear, That still surroundeth all things here. I love the mystery, nor seek to solve; Content to let the stars revolve, Nor ask to have their meaning clear. Enough for me, enough to feel; To let the mystic shadows steal Into a land whither I cannot follow. To see the stealthy sunlight leave Dewy dingle, dappled hollow; To watch, when falls the hour of eve, Quiet shadows on a quiet hill; To watch, to wonder, and be still."

"Lo, where huge London, huger day by day, Oer six fair counties spreads its hideous sway."

"So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves twixt the leaves of my leaflessness."

"Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, laughs at law, Placing her eggs in whatso nest she will."