Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant; the only harmless great thing.

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

We love and understand talent; we wish it be within us. The truly gifted, those exceptional few, must wait for the world to catch up.

I have done one braver thing than all the Worthies did, and yet a braver thence doth spring, which is, to keep that hid.

Can there be worse sickness, than to know that we are never well, nor can be so?