The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!

Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou? Fond hope of many nations, art thou dead? Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less beloved head?

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.