We Will Have Rings And Things And

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.

Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven; And As Imagination Bodies Forth The Forms Of Things Unknown, The Poet's Pen Turns Them To Shape, And Gives To Airy Nothing A Local Habitation And A Name; Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination.

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side