The world is a mirror of infinite beauty, yet no man sees it.

And every stone and every star a tongue, And every gale of wind a curious song. The Heavens were an oracle, and spoke Divinity: the Earth did undertake The office of a priest; and I being dumb (Nothing besides was dumb) all things did come With voices and instructions.

Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in God, as misers do in gold, and kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

How like an angel came I down!

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.

You are as prone to love as the sun is to shine; it being the most delightful and natural employment of the soul of humans.

An empty book is like an infant's soul, in which anything may be written. It is capable of all things, but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders.