I Was All Ear, And Took In

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.

Arm The Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

Straight Mine Eye Hath Caught New Pleasures Whilst The Landscape Round It Measures, Russet Lawns And Fallows Grey, Where The Nibbling Flocks Do Stray, Mountains On Whose Barren Breast The Labouring Clouds Do Often Rest; Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks, And Rivers Wide.