I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman — they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence. – John Keats
The Public is a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility. – John Keats
O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet my song comes native with the warmth. O fret not after knowledge — I have none, and yet the Evening listens. – John Keats
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days — three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. – John Keats