He Who Would Search For Pearls Must

Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

But Love's A Malady Without A Cure.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

When Misfortune Is Asleep, Let No One Wake Her.