John Keats

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Now a soft kiss - Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.