The spirits perverse with easy intercourse pass to and fro, to tempt or punish mortals.

And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

No worthy enterprise can be done by us without continual plodding and wearisomeness to our faint and sensitive abilities.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.