I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.

He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.

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'.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

Error is created; truth is eternal.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

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