I found Him in the shining of the stars.
Men at most differ as Heaven and Earth, but women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell.
On all things created remaineth the half-effaced signature of God, Somewhat of fair and good, though blotted by the finger of corruption.
The noonday quiet holds the hill.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.