Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
No, no! I do nature injustice. She gave us inventive faculty, and set us naked, and helpless on the shore of this great ocean,--the world; swim those who can, the heavy may go to the bottom.
Toil of science swells the wealth of art.
The Moor has done his work, the Moor may go.
The universe is a thought of God.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.