To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human kindness.
The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.
Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.
Be true, and thou shalt fetter time with everlasting chain.
Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke Should wear his cross upon the heart.
Dare to be wrong and to dream.