The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?

All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!

If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour.

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.