The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.
Heaven is in a grain of sand.
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.
As we are, so we see.