The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?

If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed.

He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.