We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.

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

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.

It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.