Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead,

Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant Thy Praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, For A Hymn Loud As The Virtues Thou Dost Loudly Vaunt, Not Practise!

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.

But I Had Not Quite Fixed Whether To Make Him [don Juan] End In Hell-or In An Unhappy Marriage,-not Knowing Which Would Be The Severest.

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.