| Quotes |
Topic |
| Grief | What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid? |
| Guilt | These false pretexts and varnished colours failing, Rare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear. |
| Hatred | For never can true reconcilement grow, Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep. |
| Hearing | I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. |
| Hearing | Where more is meant than meets the ear. |
| Honeysuckles | I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle. |
| Hospitality | So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. |
| Hypocrisy | For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone, By his permissive will, through heav'n and earth. |
| Inspirational | The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. |
| Ivy | Direct The clasping ivy where to climb. |
| Jealousy | Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. |
| Jesting | Joking decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can. |
| Judgment | When thou attended gloriously from heaven, Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send Thy summoning archangels to proclaim Thy dread tribunal. |
| Larks | To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise. |
| Larks | And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song. |
| Liberty | Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties. |
| Light | With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light. |
| Light | He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun, Himself his own dungeon. |
| Light | But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. |
| Light | Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. |
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