Kings Are Like Stars,-they Rise And Set,

But I Am Chained To Time, And Cannot Thence Depart!

Thy Words Are Like A Cloud Of Winged Snakes.

My Name Is Ozymandias, King Of Kings: Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, And Despair!

The Great Secret Of Morals Is Love; Or A Going Out Of Our Nature, And An Identification Of Ourselves With The Beautiful Which Exists In Thought, Action, Or Person, Not Our Own. A Man, To Be Greatly Good, Must Imagine Intensely And Comprehensively; He Must Put Himself In The Place Of Another And Of Many Others; The Pains And Pleasure Of His Species Must Become His Own. The Great Instrument Of Moral Good Is The Imagination.

As I Lay Asleep In Italy There Came A Voice From Over The Sea, And With Great Power It Forth Led Me To Walk In The Visions Of Poesy.