Ye Gods, Annihilate But Space And Time,

To Teach Vain Wits That Science Little Known, T' Admire Superior Sense, And Doubt Their Own!

Not Half So Swift The Trembling Doves Can Fly, When The Fierce Eagle Cleaves The Liquid Sky; Not Half So Swiftly The Fierce Eagle Moves, When Thro' The Clouds He Drives The Trembling Doves.

The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot. Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind! Each Pray'r Accepted, And Each Wish Resign'd

Some Have At First For Wits, Then Poets Passed, Turned Critics Next, And Proved Plain Fools At Last.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.