The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.

Exact science and its practical movements are no checks on the greatest poet, but always his encouragement and support ... The sailor and traveller, the anatomist, chemist, astronomer, geologist, phrenologist, spiritualist, mathematician, historian and lexicographer are not poets, but they are the lawgivers of poets and their construction underlies the structure of every perfect poem.

And your very flesh shall be a great poem.