The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
Action is redemption.
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.