John Clare

"If life had a second edition, how I would correct the proofs."

John Clare

"I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed"

John Clare

"I found the poems in the fields,And only wrote them down."

John Clare

"O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away"

John Clare

"And what is Life? — An hour-glass on the run,"

John Clare

"And don't despise your betters cause they're old."

John Clare

"Yet simple souls, their faith it knows no stint:Things least to be believed are most preferred.All counterfeits, as from truth's sacred mint,Are readily believed if once put down in print"

John Clare

"He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well."

John Clare