False Hope Is Nicer Than No Hope

And So, Being Young And Dipt In Folly, I Fell In Love With Melancholy.

Even For Those To Whom Life And Death Are Equal Jests. There Are Some Things That Are Still Held In Respect.

And All I Loved, I Loved Alone.

Beauty Is The Sole Legitimate Province Of The Poem.

For My Own Part, I Have Never Had A Thought Which I Could Not Set Down In Words, With Even More Distinctness Than That With Which I Conceived It.