As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

We should manage our thoughts as shepherds do their flowers in making a garland: first, select the choicest, and then dispose them in the most proper places, that every one may reflect a part of its color and brightness on the next.

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.

My eyes make pictures when they are shut.

Great old books of the great old authors are not in everybody's reach; and though it is better to know them thoroughly than to know them only here and there, yet it is a good work to give a little to those who have neither time nor means to get his own belief.

About, about, in reel and rout the death fires danced at night.

And to be wroth with one we love…Doth work like madness in the brain.