Deep truth is imageless.

Among true and real friends, all is common; and were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would be friend.

Nature rejects the monarch, not the man; the subject, not the citizen... The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.

Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings.