Let The End Try The Man.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.