Habit Is A Second Nature.

Pleasure Itself Is Painful At The Bottom.

My Errors Are By Now Natural And Incorrigible; But The Good That Worthy Men Do The Public By Making Themselves Imitable, I Shall Perhaps Do By Making Myself Evitable.

The Good, Supreme, Divine Poetry Is Above The Rules And Reason. Whoever Discerns Its Beauty With A Firm, Sedate Gaze Does Not See It, Any More Than He Sees The Splendor Of A Lightning Flash. It Does Not Persuade Our Judgement, It Ravishes And Overwhelms It.

If I Were Of The Trade, I Should Naturalize Art As Much As They "artialize" Nature.

Tis So Much To Be A King, That He Only Is So By Being So.