“The beings of the mind are not of clay; Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence. George Noel Gordon (Lord Byron)
“Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin; through which I run, And do run still: though still I do deplore? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For, I have more. John Donne