If a thing loves, it is infinite.

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

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

Love seeketh not Itself to pleaseNor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its easeAnd builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'So sung a little Clod of ClayTrodden with the cattle's feet,But a Pebble of the brookWarbled out these metres meet:'Love seeketh only Self to please,To bind another to Its delight,Joys in another's loss of ease,And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love / All pray in their distress.

The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'...