Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.
William WordsworthBecause the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.
William WordsworthLook for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!
William Wordsworth