The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

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

A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction.

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.