“Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.”

“The same that oft-times hath charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn.”

“Real are the dreams of gods, and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream. ”

“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?”

“She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die: And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding Adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee mouths sips:”

“Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.”

“Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thoughtAs doth eternity...”