A Good Poet's Made As Well As

Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Council, Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself, Had A Fool For A Master.

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

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

Give Me A Look, Give Me A Face, That Makes Simplicity A Grace Robes Loosely Flowing, Hair As Free Such Sweet Neglect More Taketh Me Than All The Adulteries Of Art: They Strike Mine Eyes, But Not My Heart.