Give Tribute, But Not Oblation, To Human

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

The Heavens Do Not Send Good Haps In Handfuls; But Let Us Pick Out Our Good By Little, And With Care, From Out Much Bad, That Still Our Little World May Know Its King.

It Is No Less Vain To Wish Death Than It Is Cowardly To Fear It.

Fool," Said My Muse To Me. "look In Thy Heart And Write.

There Is Nothing Sooner Overthrows A Weak Head Than Opinion By Authority, Like Too Strong A Liquor For A Frail Glass.