Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain

Of Power Does Man Possess No Particle: Of Knowledge-just So Much As Show That Still It Ends In Ignorance On Every Side.

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

Oh, To Be In England Now That April's There.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.