Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.

Shakespeare Was Naturally Learned; He Needed Not The Spectacles Of The Books To Read Nature; He Looked Inward, And Found Her There.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

So Poetry, Which Is In Oxford Made An Art, In London Only Is A Trade.

Truth Is Never To Be Expected From Authors Whose Understanding Is Warped With Enthusiasm.