Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd.

Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.

Laws can discover sin, but not remove it

Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.

The gay motes that people the sunbeams.