Poor little Foal of an oppressed race! I love the languid patience of thy face.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeThe first great requisite is absolute sincerity. Falsehood and disguise are miseries and misery-makers.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeOh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWhere virtue is, sensibility is the ornament and becoming attire of virtue. On certain occasions it may almost be said to become virtue. But sensibility and all the amiable qualities may likewise become, and too often have become, the panders of vice and the instruments of seduction.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge