A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
By all means sometimes be alone; salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear; dare to look in thy chest; and tumble up and down what thou findest there.
Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.