And I made a rural pen, / And I stained the water clear, / And I wrote my happy songs / Every child may joy to hear.

Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child.

Dip him in the river who loves water.

Expect poison from the standing water.

The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet, and of the Devil's party without knowing it.