As to the poetical character … it is not itself – it has no self – it is every thing and nothing – It has no character – it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it foul or fair, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated – It has as much delight in conceiving an Iago as an Imogen … A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence, because he has no Identity – he is continually in for and filling some other Body – The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute; the poet has none … If then he has no self, and if I am a Poet, where is the Wonder that I should say I would write no more?