The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
I see through my eyes, not with them.
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
Energy is eternal delight.
The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.