The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.

And malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man.

Great literature should do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

The last hour from midnight had lost half its quarters, and the stars went lifting up the great minutes.

The house of delusions is cheap to build but drafty to live in.

Oh I have been to Ludlow fair, and left my necktie God knows where. And carried half way home, or near, pints and quarts of Ludlow beer.

I love you, " I said, and stabbed him.

I am not afraid of anything in the world. But I'm afraid of myself, afraid of what I will be in the future.

hypocrisy

The guitar influence that affected my songwriting came from the New Wave of British Heavy Metal.

Look at the world around you & imagine it in a better way.

Once you encounter people who are really testing the limits of kindness, that's when you start to build up a shield and close yourself down.

The play-maker is the most difficult position because you have to always know where everyone is on the pitch.

At the end of night, before you close your eyes, be content with what you've done and be proud of who you are.

The world's not a very comfortable place if you have a nightmare to face.

But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray all the live long day, Nor ever once from the church to stray.