In Nature's Infinite Book Of Secrecy A

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.