This Is The Third Time; I Hope

Why Then, O Brawling Love! O Loving Hate! O Any Thing, Of Nothing First Create! O Heavy Lightness, Serious Vanity, Misshapen Chaos Of Well-seeming Forms, Feather Of Lead, Bright Smoke, Cold Fire, Sick Health, Still-waking Sleep, That Is Not What It Is! This Love Feel I, That Feel No Love In This.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.