Gather The Flowers, But Spare The Buds.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

Meanwhile The Mind, From Pleasure Less, Withdraws Into Its Happiness; The Mind, That Ocean Where Each Kind Does Straight Its Own Resemblance Find; Yet It Creates, Transcending These, Far Other Worlds, And Other Seas; Annihilating All That's Made To A Green Thought In A Green Glade ... Such Was That Happy Garden-state.

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness, Lady, Were No Crime.

So Much One Man Can Do That Does Both Act And Know.