For What Can Power Give More Than

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The Memory Of Shakespeare; An Insolent, Sparing, And Invidious Panegyric.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.