Taste is the feminine of genius.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Think then you are Today what Yesterday you were - Tomorrow you shall not be less.

There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might see.

I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

The court has heard substantial, ample evidence about the level of competency, ... And while I have not decided the issue, there is clearly a problem in terms of the defendant's competency.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Where under crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help for it As impotently moves as you or I

Ah Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire/ To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,/ Would not we shatter it to bits - and then/ Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane, / The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again: / How oft hereafter rising shall she look;/ Through this same Garden after me - in vain!