The thirst to know and understand,
A large and liberal discontent."

"And must I wholly banish hence
These red and golden juices,
And pay my vows to Abstinence,
That pallidest of Muses?"

We hold our hate too choice a thing
For light and careless lavishing.

Pain with the thousand teeth.

"April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!"