You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving. - John Keats

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

'Tis the pest
Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.