"But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death
Horseman, pass by
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear.
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
Evil comes to all us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
