Remember me when I am gone away, / Gone far away into the silent land;
This is the opening of a sonnet that asks the beloved to remember the speaker, then adds that it is better to forget and smile than to remember and be sad. Rossetti dated the manuscript 1849, when she was 18.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? / Yes, to the very end.
My heart is like a singing bird / Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
When I am dead, my dearest, / Sing no sad songs for me;
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one; you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.
All the world’s a stage, / And all the men and women merely players;