Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Wild is the music of autumnal winds Amongst the faded woods.

To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!

To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.