A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases it will never pass into nothingness. – John Keats
Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss. – John Keats
Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel. – John Keats