Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains/ My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk.

The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.

Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.