O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.

Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.