Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"Ideas, dealt about, like current coin, / By motion, smooth'd, assimilate--and shine;"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"But cloister'd, close, in such sequester'd shades, / Each strong impression, clear inscription, fades"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

Ideas must circulate "Or all their broods, prohibited, to hide, / Become abortive, or, if born, destroy'd;"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"Cloistered" ideas are "Like undrawn swords, in scabbards, cankering, lie,
While useless edge, and point, and polish, fly"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

Ideas are "like the silent Snows, by Winter spread, / In silvery treasures, o'er the mountain's head; / Whose stores, while undisturb'd, each hour decay, / And hue, form, substance, quickly waste away; / But stirr'd, by winds, like words, with action strong, /Each sphere enlarges as it rolls alon...

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"Thoughts, like Churl's corn, in chamber'd stores entomb'd, / Devour'd by vermin, or, decay, consum'd; / Whose fruits might food, or opulence, afford; / Enrich the Rich, or bless the poor Man's board."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"Could, with one thought, most beauteous castles build, / With tasteful furniture, all, instant, fill'd, / But could not monies coin, or form firm land / To make fond Fancy's mimic turrets stand!"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"But, in the Soul, still suffer some Alloy / To pinion Pride, and damp injurious Joy--"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"And when such Souls with pure impressions glow, / Love's labour's alway sweet, and seldom slow."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"His Mother, like the smooth reflecting stream, / Show'd every shadowy cloud; or glowing gleam-- ... Letting her tranquil bosom humbly lie, / To catch impressions from the purer sky!

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)