Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better.
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.
All the sciences are, in some measure, linked with each other, and before the one is ended, the other begins.
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
I learn several great truths; as that it is impossible to see into the ways of futurity, that punishment always attends the villain, that love is the fond soother of the human breast.