“Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!”

— John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale, stanza 7, written May 1819

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.”

“We weep when we are born, not when we die!”

“There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.”

“It is old age, rather than death, that is to be contrasted with life.”

“There are but three events in a man's life: birth, life and death.”

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

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