Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!