Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
Who knows most, doubts most; entertaining hope means recognizing fear.
What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.
Faultless to a fault.
Praise is deeper than the lips
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!