Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !

When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree

England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.