The Sun's Rim Dips; The Stars Rush

Day After Day, Day After Day, We Stuck, Nor Breath Nor Motion; As Idle As A Painted Ship Upon A Painted Ocean.

The Love Of Indolence Is Universal, Or Next To It.

An Ear For Music Is Very Different From A Taste For Music. I Have No Ear Whatever; I Could Not Sing An Air To Save My Life; But I Have The Intensest Delight In Music, And Can Detect Good From Bad.

Rage Is Essentially Vulgar.

I May Not Hope From Outward Forms To Win / The Passion And The Life, Whose Fountains Are Within.