Genius Involves Both Envy And Calumny.

When I Die, I Should Be Ashamed To Leave Enough To Build Me A Monument If There Were A Wanting Friend Above Ground. I Would Enjoy The Pleasure Of What I Give By Giving It Alive And Seeing Another Enjoy It.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

O Love! For Sylvia Let Me Gain The Prize, And Make My Tongue Victorious As Her Eyes.