We are all born originals - why is it so many of us die copies?

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

Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

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

Day buries day; month, month; and year the year: Our life is but a chain of many deaths.

Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!... Midway from nothing to the Deity!