So Much One Man Can Do That

How Fit He Is To Sway That Can So Well Obey.

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.

My Mind Was Once The True Survey Of All These Meadows Fresh And Gay; And In The Greenness Of The Grass Did See Its Hopes As In A Glass.

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is Short.