Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.