They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.

Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?

Without contraries there is no progression.

The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?