Those little nimble musicians of the air that warble forth their curious ditties with which nature hath furnished them to the shame of art.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Hell isn't merely paved with good intentions it's walled and roofed with them. Yes and furnished too.

Those who gave thee a body furnished it with weakness but He who gave thee Soul armed thee with resolution. Employ it and thou art wise be wise and thou art happy.