Evil On Itself Shall Back

Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of Folly, Most Musical, Most Melancholy!

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

Earth Felt The Wound; And Nature From Her Seat, Sighing Through All Her Works, Gave Signs Of Woe That All Was Lost.

Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without Bound.

Consider First, That Great Or Bright Infers Not Excellence.