When love could teach a monarch to be wise, — Thomas Gray

"Hark, his hands the lyre explore! Bright-eyed Fancy hovering oer Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."

"Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tortring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!"

"In glittering arms and glory dressed, High he rears his ruby crest. There the thundering strokes begin, There the press and there the din; Talymalfras rocky shore Echoing to the battles roar."

"And weep the more, because I weep in vain."

"What sorrow was, thou badst her know, And from her own she learned to melt at others woe."

"Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding oer the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwinds sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."