Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root of all domestic happiness, and consigns more than half of the human race to misery.

I have drunken deep of joy.

Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.

For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.

Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness.