It Is A Note Of Upstart Greatness

Nor For My Peace Will I Go Far, As Wanderers Do, That Still Do Roam, But Make My Strengths, Such As They Are, Here In My Bosom, And At Home.

I Know No Disease Of The Soul But Ignorance, A Pernicious Evil, The Darkener Of Man's Life, The Disturber Of His Reason, And Common Confounder Of Truth.

In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See; And In Short Measures, Life May Perfect Be.

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect None.