Wouldst thou be famed? have those high acts in view, Brave men would act though scandal would ensue.

What ardently we wish, we soon believe.

Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.

The bell strikes One. We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours.

There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.

When men of infamy to grandeur soar, They light a torch to show their shame the more.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.