The best writing has no lace on its sleeves.
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?
O amazement of things-even the least particle!
Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.
The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.