Life And Death Appear More Certainly Ours

Nature I Loved, And Next To Nature, Art.

We May Receive So Much Light As Not To See, And So Much Philosophy As To Be Worse Than Foolish.

There Are Proud Men Of So Much Delicacy That It Almost Conceals Their Pride, And Perfectly Excuses It.

Harmonious Words Render Ordinary Ideas Acceptable; Less Ordinary, Pleasant; Novel And Ingenious Ones, Delightful. As Pictures And Statues, And Living Beauty, Too, Show Better By Music-light, So Is Poetry Irradiated, Vivified, Glorified', And Raised Into Immortal Life By Harmony.

Fleas Know Not Whether They Are Upon The Body Of A Giant Or Upon One Of Ordinary Size.