A poet, as he is the author to others of the highest wisdom, pleasure, virtue, and glory, so he ought personally to be the happiest, the best, the wisest, and the most illustrious of men.

The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.

The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.

The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

This is Heaven, when pain and evil cease, and when the Benignant Principle, untrammelled and uncontrolled, visits in the fulness of its power the universal frame of things.

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