“Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.”

“And did the Countenance Divine,Shine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded here,Among these dark Satanic Mills?”

“The cut worm forgives the plow.”

“For every thing that lives is Holy.”

“I said: 'Thou thing of patches, rings,Pins, necklaces and suchlike things,Disguiser of the female form,Thou paltry, gilded poisonous worm!”

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

“Little FlyThy summers play,My thoughtless handHas brush'd away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath: And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die”