Never had he felt the joy of the word more sweetly, never had he known so clearly that Eros dwells in language.
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Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.
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Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!
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How sweetly you do minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion!
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In those rare days, the press was seldom known to snarl or bark, But sweetly sang of men in pow'r, like any tuneful lark;...
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Sleep sweetly in your humble graves, Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;...
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