The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.

But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

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

If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.

Exuberance is beauty.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.