I Will Praise Any Man That Will

Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King Keeps Death His Court.

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.