I Sung Of Chaos And Eternal Night,

Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.

Courtesy Which Oft Is Found In Lowly Sheds, With Smoky Rafters, Than In Tapestry Halls And Courts Of Princes, Where It First Was Named.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.

(that Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind) To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days; But The Fair Guerdon When We Hope To Find, And Think To Burst Out Into Sudden Blaze, Comes The Blind Fury With Th' Abhorred Shears And Slits The Thin-spun Life.