Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

The Eagle, he was lord above

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge

And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.