The unconquerable pang of despised love.
The wealthiest man among us is the best
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!