Caution Comes Too Late When We Are

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

What An Ornament And Safeguard Is Humor! Far Better Than Wit For A Poet And Writer. It Is A Genius Itself, And So Defends From The Insanities.

For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is Love.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

What A Strange Scene If The Surge Of Conversation Could Suddenly Ebb Like The Tide, And Show Us The Real State Of People's Minds.