Who Breaks A Butterfly On A Wheel?

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought.

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

The Ruling Passion, Be It What It Will. The Ruling Passion Conquers Reason Still.

Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.