And I, The While, The Sole Unbusy

Perhaps 'tis Pretty To Force Together Thoughts So All Unlike Each Other; To Mutter And Mock A Broken Charm, To Dally With Wrong That Does No Harm.

Nothing Great Was Ever Achieved Without Enthusiasm. For What Is Enthusiasm But The Oblivion And Swallowing-up Of Self In An Object Dearer Than Self?

A Court Has No Right To Strain The Law Because It Causes Hardship.

This Is The Course Of Every Evil Deed, That, Propagating Still It Brings Forth Evil.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.