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Nature, After All, Is Still The Grand Agent In Making Poets.

Evil And Good Are Everywhere, Like Shadow And Substance; Inseparable (for Men) Yet Not Hostile, Only Opposed.

Men Seldom, Or Rather Never For A Length Of Time And Deliberately, Rebel Against Anything That Does Not Deserve Rebelling Against.

O Poor Mortals, How Ye Make This Earth Bitter For Each Other.

Weak Eyes Are Fondest Of Glittering Objects.