There Is A Pleasure In Being Mad,

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

Heroic Poetry Has Ever Been Esteemed The Greatest Work Of Human Nature.

From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony, This Universal Frame Began: When Nature Underneath A Heap Of Jarring Atoms Lay, And Could Not Heave Her Head, The Tuneful Voice Was Heard From High, 'arise, Ye More Than Dead!' Then Cold, And Hot, And Moist, And Dry, In Order To Their Stations Leap, And Music's Power Obey. From Harmony, From Heavenly Harmony, This Universal Frame Began: From Harmony To Harmony Through All The Compass Of The Notes It Ran, The Diapason Closing Full In Man.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.