Zihin kendi mekanının sahibidir; isterse cehennemi cennete, cenneti de cehenneme dönüştürebilir.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
Senin peşinden gider, cehennemi cennete çeviririm,
Öleceksem eğer, sevdiğimin ellerinde can veririm.
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattles feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.