To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.

First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.

To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

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?