The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.