I would jump down Etna for any public good — but I hate a mawkish popularity. – John Keats
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
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
Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever. – John Keats