Intellect Really Exists In Its Products; Its

Earth, With Her Thousand Voices, Praises God.

When Thieves Come, I Bark; When Gallants, I Am Still - So Perform Both My Master's And Mistress's Will.

Heart-chilling Superstition! Thou Canst Glaze Even Pity's Eye With Her Own Frozen Tear.

If A Man Is Not Rising Upward To Be An Angel, Depend On It, He Is Sinking Downward To Be A Devil.

The Beautiful Arises From The Perceived Harmony Of An Object, Whether Sight Or Sound, With The Inborn And Constitutive Rules Of The Judgment And Imagination: And It Is Always Intuitive.