There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends,

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

There's Nothing Ill Can Dwell In Such A Temple. If The Ill Spirit Have So Fair A House, Good Things Will Strive To Dwell With't