Those Who Best Know Human Nature Will

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

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?

But Oh! Each Visitation Suspends What Nature Gave Me Any My Birth, My Shaping Spirit Of Imagination.

Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing, Beloved From Pole To Pole.

Never Pursue Literature As A Trade.