Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.