And Plenty Makes Us Poor.

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before Knowing All The Facts

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

To Tame The Proud, The Fetter'd Slave To Free, These Are Imperial Arts.

Imagining Is In Itself The Very Height And Life Of Poetry, Which, By A Kind Of Enthusiasm Or Extraordinary Emotion Of The Soul, Makes It Seem To Us That We Behold Those Things Which The Poet Paints.