In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures, life may perfect be.
The poet is the nearest borderer upon the orator.
The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense.
I have been at my book; and am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation
Prevent your day at morning.
All the wise world is little else, in nature, But parasites or subparasites.