And Die Of Nothing But A Rage

Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown; Oh, Grant An Honest Fame, Or Grant Me None!

Ask For What End The Heavenly Bodies Shine, Earth For Whose Use? Pride Answers, 'tis For Mine For Me Kind Nature Wakes Her Genial Power, Suckles Each Herb, And Spreads Out Every Flower.

Cavil You May, But Never Criticise.

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.