How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.