Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is

Though I Carry Always Some Ill-nature About Me, Yet It Is, I Hope, No More Than Is In This World Necessary For A Preservative.

Music, The Mosaic Of The Air.

Had It Lived Long, Is Would Have Been Lilies Without, Roses Within.

My Vegetable Love Should Grow Vaster Than Empires, And More Slow.

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.