I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them.

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