To Men Pressed By Their Wants All

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

And Where She Went, The Flowers Took Thickest Root, As She Had Sow'd Them With Her Odorous Foot.

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.