Things Are Where Things Are, And, As

Tis Looking Downward Makes One Dizzy.

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

A Man In Armour Is His Armour's Slave.

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.