Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
I only saw her as she pass'd A great, sad beauty, in whose eyes Lay all the loves of Paradise. . . . You shall not know her she who sat Unconscious in my heart all time I dream'd and wove this wayward rhyme, And loved and did not blush thereat.joaquin miller