That Man Is Idle Who Can Do

Say, What Other Metre Is It Than The Meeting Of The Eyes? Nature Poureth Into Nature Through The Channels Of That Feature Riding On The Ray Of Sight, Fleeter Far Than Whirlwinds Go, Or For Service, Or Delight, Hearts To Hearts Their Meaning Show.

That You Are Fair Or Wise Is Vain, Or Strong, Or Rich, Or Generous; You Must Have Also The Untaught Strain That Sheds Beauty On The Rose.

He Is Great Who Is What He Is From Nature, And Who Never Reminds Us Of Others.

In Self-trust All The Virtues Are Comprehended.

Light Is The First Of Painters. There Is No Object So Foul That Intense Light Will Not Make It Beautiful.