Thought can wing its way
Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam
That hastens on the pinions of the morn.
_Sonnet_. J.G. PERCIVAL.
I and my bosom must debate awhile,
And then I would no other company.
_King Henry V., Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
He that has light within his own clear breast,
May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day:
But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts,
Benighted walks under the midday sun.
_Comus_. MILTON.
So Thought flung forward is the prophecy
Of Truth's majestic march, and shows the way
Where future time shall lead the proud array
Of peace, of power, and love of liberty.
SIR J. BOWRING.
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
_Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.