For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem.

Wherever there is failure, there is some giddiness, some superstition about luck, some step omitted, which, Nature never pardons.

Earth proudly wears the Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone.

Make youself necessary to someone.

The stupidity of men always invites the insolence of power.

In all things I would have the island of a man inviolate. Let us sit apart as the gods, talking from peak to peak all round Olympus. No degree of affection need invade this religion.

There is also something excellent in every audience,--the capacity of virtue. They are ready to be beatified.