Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

England, Bound In With The Triumphant Sea, Whose Rocky Shore Beats Back The Envious Siege Of Watery Neptune.

The Sun With One Eye Vieweth All The World.