Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.

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

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

Art degraded, Imagination denied.

Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance.

But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.