Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Love is love's reward.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
Beware of the fury of the patient man.
Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.