In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!

For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.

On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.

In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.

[T]hro’ this Air, this Ocean, and this Earth, All Nature quick, and bursting into birth. Above, how high progressive life may go? Around how wide? how deep extend below? Vast Chain of Being! which from God began, Ethereal Essence, Spirit, Substance, Man, Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect! what no Eye can see, No Glass can reach! from Infinite to Thee! From Thee to Nothing.... From Nature’s Chain whatever Link you strike, Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike.... All are but parts of one stupendous Whole: Whose Body Nature is, and God the Soul.