- Love must kiss that mortal’s eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
No gold can buy you entrance there;
But beggared Love may go all bare—
No wisdom won with weariness;
But Love goes in with Folly’s dress—
No fame that wit could ever win;
But only Love may lead Love in.
- The Way to Arcady. Compare Louise Chandler Moulton, The Secret of Arcady (1892).
- Ah woe is me, through all my days
Wisdom and wealth I both have got,
And fame and name and great men’s praise;
But Love, ah! Love I have it not.
- The Way to Arcady (1892).