The most sublime act is to set another before you.
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.
He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.