Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what Is a theatre? are they two and not one? can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion, O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

When the painted birds laugh in the shade, When our table with cherries and nuts is spread: Come live, and be merry, and join with me To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha, ha, he!'

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

All futurity Seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.

When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still.

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.