The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

Hence vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly without father bred!

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regained Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee, I mea…

Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets our steps prevents its being…

The Mediterranean has the color of mackerel, changeable I mean. You don't always know if it is green or violet, you can't even say it's blue, because the next …

These seem like bristles, and the hide is tough. No claw or web here: each foot ends in hoof.