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Rich and various gems inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep.
Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.
Accuse not nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.
O when meet now Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joined?
Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation.
Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named not good.
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
But O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave.
Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.
Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.
Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.
Come knit hands, and beat the ground in a light fantastic round
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!
Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive.
God has set labor and rest, as day and night to men successive.
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods thyself a Goddess.
Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
To many a youth and many a maid, dancing in the chequer'd shade.
Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
At His birth a star, unseen before in heaven, proclaims Him come.
It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them.
And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law; true source of human happiness.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste?
In contemplation of created things, by steps we may ascend to God.
Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.
Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.
Socrates... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men.
Biochemically, love is just like eating large amounts of chocolate.
In vain doth valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine share the land.
Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
Blind mouths! That scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook.
Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.
Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.
Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.
Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?
Zeal and duty are not slow But on occasion's forelock watchful wait.
Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.
The love-lorn nightingale nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well.
Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathèd Smiles.