A poet in his senses knocks vainly at the gates of poetry.
Things wrote with labor deserve to be so read and will last their age.
Very few men are wise by their own counsel or learned by their own teaching. For he that was only taught by himself had a fool for his master.
Tis no shame to follow the better precedent.
I know no such disease of the soul, but ignorance.
To struggle when hope is banished. To live when life's salt is gone! To dwell in a dream that's vanished- To endure and go calmly on!
O for an engine to keep back all clocks!
The mind may never achieve or express anything great unless emotion plays a part.
They that know no evil will suspect none.
The way to rise is to obey and please.