But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Imagining Is In Itself The Very Height And Life Of Poetry, Which, By A Kind Of Enthusiasm Or Extraordinary Emotion Of The Soul, Makes It Seem To Us That We Behold Those Things Which The Poet Paints.

Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors Are Lost When Not Concealed.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Imitation Pleases, Because It Affords Matter For Inquiring Into The Truth Or Falsehood Of Imitation, By Comparing Its Likeness Or Unlikeness With The Original.