Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory.

For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.

Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.

Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

Poetry strengthens that faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a limb.