Poetry, unlike oratory, should not aim at clarity... but be dense with meaning, 'something to be chewed and digested'.
Love is Natures second sun.
Tis immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven.
An Englishman, being flattered, is a lamb; threatened, a lion.
They're only truly great who are truly good.
Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.