The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

Oh God! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times Make Mountains Level, And The Continent, Weary Of Solid Firmness, Melt Itself Into The Sea.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can