I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of
Cathay.
In Memoriam. xxvii.
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Fatima. St. 3.
O Love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.