If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, he would draw his hat over his eyes.

Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes / And heedless hearts, is lawful prize; / Nor all that glisters, gold.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; / Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.