He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

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

To Mercy Pity Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is God our father dear. And Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is Man his child and care. Then every man of every clime That prays in his distress Prays to the human form divine: Love Mercy Pity Peace. And all must love the human form In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too.

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

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

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.