How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

The rising sun complies with our weak sight, First gilds the clouds, then shows his globe of light At such a distance from our eyes, as though He knew what harm his hasty beams would do.

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; 'Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.

Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

Even when your life is full of color, you still need to be reminded that things come in black and white.

The only wolves we got to fear are the ones wear manskin,

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.

Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.

Don't tell people you care about them when all you really care about is getting your own way.

Eminem's rhyme patterns are super dope and he can squeeze a million words in a couple bars. Crazy creative. His voice changes alot though.

You never know . . . that's what makes life interesting.

I didn't think of myself as a tart, but I wouldn't argue with anyone who did

You're like this little blip of light that lasts for a very brief time and you can shine as brightly as you choose.

I want to write music that's going to appeal to everyone.