But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young / And weep because I know all things now.

What shall I do with this absurdity- O heart, O troubled heart-this caricature, Decrepit age that has been tied to me As to a dog's tail? Never had I more Excited, passionate, fantastical Imagination, nor an ear and eye That more expected the impossible.

In life courtesy and self-possession, and in the arts style, are the sensible impressions of the free mind, for both arise out of a deliberate shaping of all things and from never being swept away, whatever the emotion into confusion or dullness.

Man can embody truth but he cannot know it.

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

Love comes in at the eye.