Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

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.

Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')