A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste,

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

I Sung Of Chaos And Eternal Night, Taught By The Heav'nly Muse To Venture Down The Dark Descent, And Up To Reascend.

If All The World Should In A Pet Of Temp'rance, Feed On Pulse, Drink The Clear Stream, And Nothing Wear But Frieze, Th' All-giver Would Be Unthank'd, Would Be Unprais'd.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.