Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

Everything to be imagined is an image of truth.

When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.

Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.

The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave.

And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?