The Flame Of Anger, Bright And Brief,

Harmonious Words Render Ordinary Ideas Acceptable; Less Ordinary, Pleasant; Novel And Ingenious Ones, Delightful. As Pictures And Statues, And Living Beauty, Too, Show Better By Music-light, So Is Poetry Irradiated, Vivified, Glorified', And Raised Into Immortal Life By Harmony.

In Argument, Truth Always Prevails Finally; In Politics, Falsehood Always.

But I Have Sinuous Shells Of Pearly Hue Within, And They That Lustre Have Imbibed In The Sun's Palace-porch, Where When Unyoked Chariot-wheel Stands Midway In The Wave: Shake One, And It Awakens; Then Apply Its Polisht Lips To Your Attentive Ear, And It Remembers Its August Abodes, And Murmurs As The Ocean Murmurs There.

The Moderate Are Not Usually The Most Sincere, For The Same Circumspection Which Makes Them Moderate Makes Them Likewise Retentive Of What Could Give Offence.

And Modesty, Who, When She Goes, Is Gone For Ever.