For My Part, I Can Compare Her

The People's Prayer, The Glad Diviner's Theme, The Young Men's Vision, And The Old Men's Dream!

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.

Imagination In A Poet Is A Faculty So Wild And Lawless That, Like A High Ranging Spaniel, It Must Have Clogs Tied To It, Lest It Outrun The Judgment. The Great Easiness Of Blank Verse Renders The Poet Too Luxuriant. He Is Tempted To Say Many Things Which Might Better Be Omitted, Or, At Least Shut Up In Fewer Words.

Beware Of The Fury Of The Patient Man.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.