We by art unteach what Nature taught.

The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream!

That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

Imagination in a poet is a faculty so wild and lawless that, like a high ranging spaniel, it must have clogs tied to it, lest it outrun the judgment. The great easiness of blank verse renders the poet too luxuriant. He is tempted to say many things which might better be omitted, or, at least shut up in fewer words.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.