He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree