My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.

Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

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

Lives in eternity's sun rise.