A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Fondly We Think We Honor Merit Then, When We But Praise Ourselves In Other Men.

Then Sculpture And Her Sister Arts Revived; Stones Leaped To Form, And Rocks Began To Live.

What Is Fame? A Fancied Life In Others' Breath.

False Happiness Is Like False Money; It Passes For A Time As Well As The True, And Serves Some Ordinary Occasions; But When It Is Brought To The Touch, We Find The Lightness And Alloy, And Feel The Loss.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.