Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.
Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.