Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Faith is to believe what you do not yet see: the reward for this faith is to see what you believe. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

Even victors are by victories undone.

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.