The Happy Prince and Other Tales

"you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."

she could not get a wink of sleep

"You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads,"

had his head buried in his hands

embalmed with spices

made him a low bow.

come to the point

come to the point