Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration!
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
Poetry fettered fetters the human race.
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.