Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.

The Lord God had created all animals, and had chosen out the wolf to be his dog.

Jacob wrote that the true poet 'is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set. The false poet travels abroad in strange countries and hopes to be uplifted by the mountains of Switzerland, the sky and sea of Italy. He comes to them and is dissatisfied. He is not as happy as the man who stays at home and sees the apple trees flower in spring, and hears the small birds singing among the branches

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.