For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!