Offend Her, And She Knows Not To

It Is Not So Much The Being Exempt From Faults, As Having Overcome Them, That Is An Advantage To Us.

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

Authors Are Partial To Their Wit, 'tis True, But Are Not Critics To Their Judgment, Too?

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.

The Young Disease, That Must Subdue At Length, Grows With His Growth, And Strengthens With His Strength.