Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
Mere poets are sottish as mere drunkards are, who live in a continual mist, without seeing or judging anything clearly. A man should be learned in several sciences, and should have a reasonable, philosophical and in some measure a mathematical head, to be a complete and excellent poet.