I Have Nothing To Speak Of But

The Silver, Snarling Trumpets 'gan To Chide.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart's Affections, And The Truth Of Imagination.

You Might Curb Your Magnanimity, And Be More Of An Artist, And Load Every Rift Of Your Subject With Ore.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy??i Choose The Latter.