I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know

We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -bolts it, And we accost no more

Dreams are the subtle Dower/ That make us rich an Hour/ Then fling us poor/ Out of the purple door.

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.

Is wholesome even for the King.