“That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon.”

“I have no vision of gods, not of Eros with love-arrows laden,
Jupiter thundering death or of Juno his white-breasted queen,
Yet have I seen
All of the joy of the world in the innocent heart of a maiden.”

“O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.”

“13. It is said that the heart is in the microcosm just as the orb of the sun in the macrocosm. The mind in Sahasrara is like the disc of the moon.”

“The moon, full orbed, forsakes her watery cave,
And lifts her lovely head above the wave…”

“Tis "the witching time of night", / Orbed is the moon and bright, / And the stars they glisten, glisten, / Seeming with bright eyes to listen —”

“I would look up at the moon and see that it was not the smooth orb we had all believed, but a pitted and scarred world with no air.”

“You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only escapes by transformation.”

“It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.”

“The slippers of the mortal Earth, Now touched the chest of the Moon. Oh, It is shameful that”