The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The

There Is No Doctrine Will Do Good Where Nature Is Wanting.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Whosoever Loves Not Picture Is Injurious To Truth, And All The Wisdom Of Poetry. Picture Is The Invention Of Heaven, The Most Ancient And Most Akin To Nature. It Is Itself A Silent Work, And Always One And The Same Habit.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.