You Are Always New To

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty,-that Is All Ye Know On Earth, And All Ye Need To Know.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

What Is More Gentle Than A Wind Is Summer?

No Sooner Had I Stepp'd Into These Pleasures Than I Began To Think Of Rhymes And Measures: The Air That Floated By Me Seem'd To Say 'write! Thou Wilt Never Have A Better Day.