The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.

Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.

But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.

The eye altering, alters all.