Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.

There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.

Knowledge is Life with wings