Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
Religion is ethics heightened, enkindled, lit up by feeling
ForTime, not Corydon, hath conquered thee.
Good poetry does undoubtedly tend to form the soul and character; it tends to beget a love of beauty and of truth in alliance together, it suggests, however indirectly, high and noble principles of action, and it inspires the emotion so helpful in making principles operative.
The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.