If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes But when this soul, its body off Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows.

It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat.

What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.

rhetoric is will doing the work of imagination.

A sea captain when he stands upon the bridge, or looks out from his deck-house, thinks much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget all things except the warmth of the sun upon the face, and the kind shadow under the hedge; but he who journeys through storm and darkness must needs think and think.