Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

Bets At First Were Fool-traps, Where The Wise Like Spiders Lay In Ambush For The Flies.

Welcome, Thou Kind Deceiver! Thou Best Of Thieves; Who, With An Easy Key, Dost Open Life, And, Unperceived By Us, Even Steal Us From Ourselves.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad, Which None But Madmen Know.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.