The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.
A. E. Housman
The fairies break their dances / And leave the printed lawn.
Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; / Breath's a ware that will not keep. / Up, lad; when the journey's over / There'll be time enough for sleep.
O Queen of air and darkness,I think 'tis truth you say,And I shall die to-morrow;But you will die to-day.
Sheer guts. These girls just don't give up.
Wherefore have we fasted, say they, and thou seest not? wherefore have we afflicted our soul, and thou takest no knowledge? Behold, in the day of your fast ye find pleasure, and exact all your labours.
A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.