Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey. Matthew Prior on anger
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine. Matthew Prior on beauty
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake. Matthew Prior on dreams
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine. Matthew Prior on beauty