Each Man Must Create His Own System

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief?

How Do You Know But Ev’ry Bird That Cuts The Airy Way, Is An Immense World Of Delight, Clos’d By Your Senses Five?

Everything To Be Imagined Is An Image Of Truth.

My Mother Groaned, My Father Wept, Into The Dangerous World I Leapt.

And We Are Put On Earth A Little Space, That We May Learn To Bear The Beams Of Love.