One Thought Of Thee Puts All The

The Meeting Points The Sacred Hair Dissever From The Fair Head, Forever, And Forever! Then Flashed The Living Lightning From Her Eyes, And Screams Of Horror Rend Th' Affrighted Skies.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Of It Deeply, Or Taste It Not, For Shallow Thoughts Intoxicate The Brain, And Drinking Deeply Sobers Us Again.

Be Not The First By Whom The New Are Tried, Nor Yet The Last To Lay The Old Aside.

Then Sculpture And Her Sister Arts Revived; Stones Leaped To Form, And Rocks Began To Live.