Immoderate power, like other intemperance, leaves the progeny weaker and weaker, until nature as in compassion covers it with her mantle and it is seen no more.
Walter Savage LandorWas genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet.
Walter Savage LandorO Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.
Walter Savage Landor