The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.

A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.