Works Of Genius Are The First Things

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

You Might Curb Your Magnanimity, And Be More Of An Artist, And Load Every Rift Of Your Subject With Ore.

Where Are The Songs Of Spring? Aye, Where Are They? Think Not Of Them; Thou Has Thy Music Too.

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty