Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeStimulate the heart to love and the mind to be early accurate, and all other virtues will rise of their own accord, and all vices will be thrown out.
Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWater, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge