But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

Criticism, As It Was First Instituted By Aristotle, Was Meant As A Standard Of Judging Well; The Chiefest Part Of Which Is To Observe Those Excellencies Which Delight A Reasonable Reader.