It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
And feel that I am happier than I know.
If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble.
Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current, and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss.
Solitude is sometimes best society.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.