It Is A Madness To Make Fortune

Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never So Bold To Go Beyond Her.

The Gods, (if Gods To Goodness Are Inclined If Acts Of Mercy Touch Their Heavenly Mind), And, More Than All The Gods, Your Generous Heart, Conscious Of Worth, Requite Its Own Desert!

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.