Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

An Ill Weed Grows Apace.

He Is At No End Of His Actions Blestwhose Ends Will Make Him Greatest, And Not Best.

He That Shuns Trifles Must Shun The World.

Poetry, Unlike Oratory, Should Not Aim At Clarity... But Be Dense With Meaning, 'something To Be Chewed And Digested'.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.