Spring's first conviction is a wealth beyond its whole experience.
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Forever is made up of nows.
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true
Much Madness is Divinest Sense, to a Discerning Eye.