Let cheerfulness on happy fortune wait.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
Love either finds equality or makes it.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.