Innocence has a friend in heaven.
An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.
Against stupidity, God Himself fights in vain.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.
Sentimental poetry differs from naive poetry in that it relates the real state at which the latter stops to ideas and applies ideas to that reality.