A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness.- Endymion, John Keats
There is a holiness to the heart’s affections, know you nothing of that?
My sister has met the author, and she wants to read it for herself to see if he’s an idiot or not.
Toots, have you been eating rosebuds again? So where do your cheeks get their blush?
