Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?

Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.

We read not that Christ ever exercised force but once; and that was to drive profane ones out of his Temple, not to force them in.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?