No Writing Is Good That Does Not

There Is A Certain Majesty In Simplicity Which Is Far Above All The Quaintness Of Wit.

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Two Purposes In Human Nature Rule. Self- Love To Urge, And Reason To Restrain.

But Would You Sing, And Rival Orpheus' Strain. The Wond'ring Forests Soon Should Dance Again; The Moving Mountains Hear The Powerful Call. And Headlong Streams Hand Listening In Their Fall!

Who Sees With Equal Eye, As God Of All, A Hero Perish Or A Sparrow Fall, Atoms Or Systems Into Ruin Hurl'd, And Now A Bubble Burst, And Now A World.