O my Luve is like a red, red rose 

 That’s newly sprung in June;

O my Luve is like the melody  

That’s sweetly played in tune.

A Red, Red Rose

By Robert Burns

She's all states, and all princes, I,

Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us;

compared to this,

All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.”

"A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County."

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

“And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere:"

I heard the ripple washing in the reeds,

And the wild water lapping on the crag."

Morte D'Arthur by Alfred Lord Tennyson 

"Hear the mellow wedding bells"

"The Bells" by Edgar Allen Poe

"But blessed forms in whistling storms

Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields"

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

"I must be cruel to be kind."

Justice is blind and, at times, deaf.