Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On You And Yours.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

Imagination In A Poet Is A Faculty So Wild And Lawless That, Like A High Ranging Spaniel, It Must Have Clogs Tied To It, Lest It Outrun The Judgment. The Great Easiness Of Blank Verse Renders The Poet Too Luxuriant. He Is Tempted To Say Many Things Which Might Better Be Omitted, Or, At Least Shut Up In Fewer Words.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.