Beware of the fury of the patient man.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.