I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

I will give you a definition of a proud man: he is a man who has neither vanity nor wisdom one filled with hatreds cannot be vain, neither can he be wise.

But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings That fill the sky with silver glitterings!

... Who alive can say 'Thou art no Poet - mayst not tell thy dreams'? Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue.

To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!