Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

Trust Not My Reading, Nor My Observations, Which With Experimental Seal Do Warrant The Tenor Of My Book.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.