Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain
The curious crime, the fine Felicity and flower of wickedness.
All service ranks the same with God,- With God, whose puppets, best and worst, Are we: there is no last nor first.
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture!
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!