The eye altering, alters all.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.