And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man.

Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.

Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make.

Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.