None but God can fill the perfect whole.

Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.

Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.

Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.

It is fine to stand upon some lofty mountain thought, and feel the spirit stretch into a view.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.