There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

To Stand Against The Deep Dread-bolted Thunder, In The Most Terrible And Nimble Stroke Of Quick, Cross Lightning.