“He who binds to himself a joyDoes the winged life destroy;But he who kisses the joy as it fliesLives in eternity's sun rise.”

“He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.”

“And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.”

“Man was made for joy and woeThen when this we rightly knowThrough the world we safely go.Joy and woe are woven fineA clothing for the soul to bind.”

“O Rose, thou art sick.The invisible wormThat flies in the nightIn the howling stormHas found out thy bedOf crimson joy,And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.”

“He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.”

“A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.”