Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

For all things are less dreadful than they seem.

A great poet ought to a certain degree to rectify men's feelings... to render their feelings more sane, pure and permanent, in short, more consonant to Nature.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.