“Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.”

— John Keats, Ode on Melancholy, stanza 2, 1820

About John Keats

1795 – 1821

English Romantic poet, author of "Ode to a Nightingale".

“How beautiful, if sorrow had not made sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self.”

“Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.”

“Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.”

“Death, like generation, is a secret of Nature.”

“No hour of life is lost that is spent in the saddle.”

“A witticism is an epigram on the death of a feeling.”

“God can make good use of all that happens, but the loss is real.”

“A living dog is better than a dead lion.”

“Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.”