It Is A Madness To Make Fortune

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

Sculptors Are Obliged To Follow The Manners Of The Painters, And To Make Many Ample Folds, Which Are Unsufferable Hardness, And More Like A Rock Than A Natural Garment.

Moderate Sorrow Fits Vulgar Love, And For A Vulgar Man: But I Have Lov'd With Such Transcendent Passion, I Soar'd, At First, Quite Out Of Reason's View, And Now Am Lost Above It.

Self-defense Is Nature's Eldest Law.