Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

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

Demonstration, similitude & harmony are objects of reasoning. Invention, identity & melody are objects of intuition.

God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose.

We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.