So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Make us happy and you make us good.

You call for faith: I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists. The more of doubt, the stronger faith, I say, If faith o'ercomes doubt.

'Tis only when they spring to Heaven that angels reveal themselves to you.

Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary's saying serves for me (When fortune's malice Lost her Calais): "Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it 'Italy.'"

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.