If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
Canto ii. St. 12.
I was not always a man of woe.
Canto ii. St. 22.
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 'twas said to me.
Canto iii. St. 2.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Canto v. St. 1.
Call it not vain; they do not err,
Who say, that, when the poet dies,
Mute Nature mourns her worshiper,
And celebrates his obsequies.