Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.