Still Ending, And Beginning Still.

We Turn To Dust, And All Our Mightiest Works Die Too.

Scenes Must Be Beautiful Which Daily View'd Please Daily, And Whose Novelty Survives Long Knowledge And The Scrutiny Of Years.

Ye Therefore Who Love Mercy, Teach Your Sons To Love It, Too.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

Nature, Exerting An Unwearied Power, Forms, Opens, And Gives Scent To Every Flower; Spreads The Fresh Verdure Of The Field, And Leads The Dancing Naiads Through The Dewy Meads.