Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.

Death Is Another Life.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.