The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

Music, the mosaic of the air.

And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.