Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

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.

To be an Error and to be Cast out is a part of God's Design.

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common.

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.