But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy.
Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see.
To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.