Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

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

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?