Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.