All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame All are but ministers of Love And feed His sacred flame.

A rogue is a roundabout fool.

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.

The first class of readers may be compared to an hour-glass, their reading being as the sand; it runs in and runs out, and leaves not a vestige behind. A second class resembles a sponge, which imbibes everything, and returns it in nearly the same state, only a little dirtier. A third class is like a jelly-bag, which allows all that is pure to pass away, and retains only the refuse and dregs. The fourth class may be compared to the slave of Golconda, who, casting aside all that is worthless, preserves only the pure gems.

Never can true courage dwell with them, Who, playing tricks with conscience, dare not look At their own vices.

We are now Courts of equity, and must decide the thing according to all the rights.

The form of truth will bear exposure, as well as that of beauty herself.