A thing of beauty is a joy for ever Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but stil will keep a sleep Full of sweet dreams,and health, and quiet breathing
Passions are liken'd best to floods and streams The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb So, when affection yields discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come They that are rich in words, in words discover That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
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