Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Oft Expectation Fails, And Most Oft There Where Most It Promises; And Oft It Hits Where Hope Is Coldest, And Despair Most Fits.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven; And As Imagination Bodies Forth The Forms Of Things Unknown, The Poet's Pen Turns Them To Shape, And Gives To Airy Nothing A Local Habitation And A Name; Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination.