Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet, and of the Devil's party without knowing it.

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.

I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.

The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.

O! why was I born with a different face? / Why was I not born like the rest of my race?