O! Solitude, my sweetest choicePlaces devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my restless thoughts delight! “Solitude,” Katherine Philips (1632-1664) translation of Antoine Girard de Saint-Amant Until the age…
I have said that the soul is not more than the body,And I have said that the body is not more than the soul,And nothing, not God, is greater to…
Grief joys, joy grieves, on slender accident. This world is not for aye, nor ‘tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change; For ‘tis a question…