I Keep Saying, Shakespeare, Shakespeare, You Are

Time May Restore Us In His Course Goethe's Sage Mind And Byron's Force: But Where Will Europe's Latter Hour Again Find Wordsworth's Healing Power?

Fate Gave, What Chance Shall Not Control, His Sad Lucidity Of Soul.

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.

The Bent Of Our Time Is Towards Science, Towards Knowing Things As They Are.

Once Read Thy Own Breast Right, And Thou Hast Done With Fears.