I Find Cambridge An Asylum, In Every

I Do Not Choose The Right Word, I Get Rid Of The Wrong One.

The House Of Delusions Is Cheap To Build But Drafty To Live In.

All Knowledge Is Precious Whether Or Not It Serves The Slightest Human Use.

Here Dead Lie We Because We Did Not Choose To Live And Shame The Land From Which We Sprung. Life, To Be Sure, Is Nothing Much To Lose; But Young Men Think It Is, And We Were Young.

That Is The Land Of Lost Content, I See It Shining Plain, The Happy Highways Where I Went And Cannot Come Again.