A. C. Swinburne

Thou has conquered, O pale Galilean.

— A. C. Swinburne

We shift and bedeck and bedrape us, thou art noble and nude and antique.

— A. C. Swinburne

Time turns the old days to derision, our loves into corpses or wives; and marriage and death and division make barren our lives.

— A. C. Swinburne