You Ought To Love All Mankind; Nay,

My Name Is Ozymandias, King Of Kings: Look On My Works, Ye Mighty, And Despair!

Sometimes It's Better To Put Love Into Hugs Than To Put It Into Words. Soul Meets Soul On Lovers' Lips.

A Christian, A Deist, A Turk, And A Jew, Have Equal Rights: They Are Men And Brethren.

We Look Before And After, And Pine For What Is Not; Our Sincerest Laughter With Some Pain Is Fraught; Our Sweetest Songs Are Those That Tell Of Saddest Thought.

He Has Outsoared The Shadow Of Our Night; Envy And Calumny And Hate And Pain, And That Unrest Which Men Miscall Delight, Can Touch Him Not And Torture Not Again; From The Contagion Of The World's Slow Stain, He Is Secure.