Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

He Is The Very Janus Of Poets; He Wears Almost Everywhere Two Faces; And You Have Scarce Begun To Admire The One, Ere You Despise The Other.

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.