But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.
For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
Poetry is the outcome of emotions recollected in tranquility.
Let Nature be your teacher
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.