Wealth without real worthinessIs no good for the neighbourhood;But their proper mixtureIs the summit of beatitude.

You may forget, but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.

I groan much but to what end? Humans simplyCannot be ageless like divinities.

My delight is the exquisite. Yes, for me,Glitter and sunlight and loveAre one society. So I shall not go creeping awayTo die in the dark:I shall go on living with you,Loving and loved.