“My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger; Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; Thy ships want sea-room; make it with thy tears.” WantSoulRoomsSeaRocksDangerTearsCastsStrangerShipsMy SoulRoughCoastAloof Book:The Poetical Works of Richard Crashaw and Quarles' Emblems Source: The Poetical Works of Richard Crashaw and Quarles' Emblems
“Behold great Whitman, whose licentious line Delights the rake, and warms the souls of swine; Whose fever'd fancy shuns the measur'd pace, And copies Ovid's filth without his grace. In his rough brain a genius might have grown, Had he not sought to play the brute alone; But void of shame, he let his wit run wild, And liv'd and wrote as Adam's bestial child.” ChildrenSoulPlayMightRunningLinesBrainGraceGeniusShameDelightWitFancyRoughCopiesPaceAdamVoidBrutesFeverFilthSwineRakes Book:The Conservative Source: The Conservative