Death is master of lord and clown. Close the coffin and hammer it down. - Alfred Austin

[E]xclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.

The most generous of critics, if he is to be discriminating and just, cannot, let me say again, allow that any verse which is profoundly obscure or utterly unmusical, no matter how intellectual in substance, deserves the appellation of poetry. But on a very thin thread of meaning poetry, or a very fair imitation of it, may be hung by the aid of musical sound.

English maidens are, in certain respects, to Italian maidens as moonlight unto sunlight and as water unto wine.