It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.

Talent should minister to genius.

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Then welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand, but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?