The Tigers Of Wrath Are Wiser Than

No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

O Winter! Bar Thine Adamantine Doors: The North Is Thine; There Hast Thou Build Thy Dark, Deep-founded Habitation. Shake Not Thy Roofs, Nor Bend Thy Pillars With Thine Iron Car.

Innocence Dwells With Wisdom, But Never With Ignorance.

And Priests In Black Gowns Were Walking Their Rounds And Binding With Briars My Joys And Desires. (from 'the Garden Of Love')