We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
A lonely impulse of delight
When such as I cast out remorse; So great a sweetness flows into the breast; We must laugh and we must sing, We are blest by everything, Everything we look upon is blessed.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.