Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen, a kiss; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.