“Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.”

“Pity would be no more,If we did not make somebody poor.Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.”

“Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.”

“I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity.”

“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.”

“But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay.”

“This life's dim windows of the soulDistorts the heavens from pole to poleAnd leads you to believe a lieWhen you see with, not through, the eye.”