It Is To Hope, Though Hope Were

Forgotten Rimes, And College Themes, Worm-eaten Plans, And Embryo Schemes; A Mass Of Heterogeneous Matter. A Chaos Dark, Nor Land Nor Water.

Fair Venus Shines Even In The Eve Of Day, With Sweetest Beam Propitious Shines, And Shakes A Trembling Flood Of Softened Radiance From Her Dewy Locks.

The Most Characteristic Mark Of A Great Mind Is To Choose Some One Important Object, And Pursue It For Life.

And When Midst Fallen London, They Survey The Stone Where Alexander's Ashes Lay, Shall Own With Humbled Pride The Lesson Must By Time's Slow Finger Written In The Dust.

It Would Be Difficult To Determine Whether The Age Is Growing Better Or Worse; For I Think Our Plays Are Growing Like Sermons, And Our Sermons Like Plays.