All Love Is Sweet, Given Or Received.

Tragedy Delights By Affording A Shadow Of The Pleasure Which Exists In Pain.

The Encomium Of One Incapable Of Flattery Is Indeed Flattering.

If Certain Critics Were As Clearsighted As They Are Malignant, How Great Would Be The Benefit To Be Derived From Their Writings!

When The Lamp Is Shattered The Light In The Dust Lies Dead - When The Cloud Is Scattered The Rainbow's Glory Is Shed.

That Orbed Maiden, With White Fire Laden, Whom Mortals Call The Moon.