A symbol is indeed the only possible expression of some invisible essence, a transparent lamp about a spiritual flame; while allegory is one of many possible representations of an embodied thing, or familiar principle, and belongs to fancy and not to imagination: the one is a revelation, the other an amusement.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

For how can you compete Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbour's eyes?

The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.