The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
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!
Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.
Great things are done when men and mountains meet.