Such Labour'd Nothings, In So Strange A

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd

To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes Of Art, To Raise The Genius, And To Mend The Heart

One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.