And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

The cut worm forgives the plow.

Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.

For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.

Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.

Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.