And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
The Tree of Knowledge grew fast by, Knowledge of Good bought dear by knowing ill.
To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.
Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth.