"builds a heaven in hell's despair... builds a hell in heaven's despite"

"And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty!"

"Crying! 'Weep! Weep!' in notes of Woe!
Where are they father and mother? Say!
They are both gone up to the church to pray"

"The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale"

"found thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love,
Does thy life destroy"

"What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

"The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep at threat'ning horn"

"The Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm"

"How the chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackening church appals"

"Pity would be no more
if we did not make somebody poor"

"Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine'