None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.

Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Imagining Is In Itself The Very Height And Life Of Poetry, Which, By A Kind Of Enthusiasm Or Extraordinary Emotion Of The Soul, Makes It Seem To Us That We Behold Those Things Which The Poet Paints.

But When To Sin Our Biased Nature Leans, The Careful Devil Is Still At Hand With Means; And Providently Pimps For Ill Desires.

A Happy Genius Is The Gift Of Nature.

I Saw Myself The Lambent Easy Light Gild The Brown Horror, And Dispel The Night.