Near that a dusty paint-box, some odd hooks, A half-burnt match, an ivory block, three books, Where conic sections, spherics, logarithms, To great Laplace, from Saunderson and Sims, Lie heaped in their harmonious disarray Of figures,-disentangle them who may.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

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.

For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.

Poet's food is love and fame.