Apart from the desire to produce beautiful things, the leading passion of my life has been and is hatred of modern civilization. - William Morris

...if these hours be dark, as indeed in many ways they are, at least do not let us sit deedless, like fools and fine gentlemen, thinking the common toil not good enough for us, and beaten by the muddle; but rather let us work like good fellows trying by some dim candle-light to set our workshop ready against to-morrow's daylight...

"Alas, alas! another day gone by, Another day and no soul come," she said; "Another year, and still I am not dead!" And with that word once more her head she raised, And on the trembling man with great eyes gazed.

Came Launcelot walking; this is true, the kiss Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day, I scare dare talk of that remembered bliss.