What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

O ye! who teach the ingenious youth of nations, Holland, France, England, Germany or Spain, I pray ye flog them upon all occasions, It mends their morals, never mind the pain.

The simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, both by precept and example, shows / That prose is verse, and verse is merely prose.

Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.

Fills The air around with beauty.