When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?

Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.

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.

One law for the lion and ox is oppression.

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.