The cut worm forgives the plow.

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance.

The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.