Choose A Firm Cloud Before

Such Labour'd Nothings, In So Strange A Style, Amaze Th' Unlearn'd And Make The Learned Smile.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

A Little Learning Is A Dangerous Thing; Drink Deep, Or Taste Not The Pierian Spring.

Ye Flowers That Drop, Forsaken By The Spring, Ye Birds That, Left By Summer, Cease To Sing, Ye Trees That Fade, When Autumn Heats Remove, Say, Is Not Absence Death To Those Who Love?

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.