Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

He Who Proposes To Be An Author Should First Be A Student.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Genius Must Be Born, And Never Can Be Taught.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.