I have good reason to be content, for thank God I can read and perhaps understand Shakespeare to his depths. - John Keats

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root’s white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies, — Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
‘Mong the blossoms white and red — Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! ’tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man’s ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu — I fly — adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue, — Adieu, adieu!

- Fairy Song

The excellency of every art is its intensity, capable of making all disagreeables evaporate, from their being in close relationship with beauty and truth.