It appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.
Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.
... for, by all the stars That tend thy bidding, I do think the bars That kept my spirit in are burst - that I Am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.
A moment's thought is passion's passing knell.