The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.

There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble And Excellent In The Character Which Is A Stranger To Resolute Self-denial.

If A Faultless Poem Could Be Produced, I Am Satisfied It Would Tire The Critics Themselves; And Annoy The Whole Reading World With The Spleen.

Ridicule Often Checks What Is Absurd, And Fully As Often Smothers That Which Is Noble.