Oh Worse Than Everything, Is Kindness Counterfeiting

And Though Thou Notest From Thy Safe Recess Old Friends Burn Dim, Like Lamps In Noisome Air Love Them For What They Are; Nor Love Them Less, Because To Thee They Are Not What They Were.

I Wish Our Clever Young Poets Would Remember My Homely Definitions Of Prose And Poetry; That Is, Prose = Words In Their Best Order; - Poetry = The Best Words In The Best Order.

I Must Lay Down The Law As I Understand It, And As I Read It In Books Of Authority.

One Thought Includes All Thought, In The Sense That A Grain Of Sand Includes The Universe.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.