Sublime

Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.

Mercy triumphs over judgment.

what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

Sibyl—if

These cellar dents, like deserted fox burrows, old holes, are all that is left where once were the stir and bustle of human life, and “fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute,” in some form and dialect or other were by turns discussed.

‘Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say’

tryst.