My Name Is Ozymandias, King Of Kings:

Oh That Simplicity And Innocence Its Own Unvalued Work So Seldom Knows!

O World! O Life! O Time! On Whose Last Steps I Climb

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.

Jealousy's Eyes Are Green.

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