Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year. — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Constancy has nothing virtuous in itself, independently of the pleasure it confers, — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange — Percy Bysshe Shelley