You Are Made Rather To Wonder At

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.