Man Hath His Daily Work

The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

But Let My Due Feet Never Fail To Walk The Studious Cloisters Pale, And Love The High Embowed Roof, With Antique Pillars Massy Proof, And Storied Windows Richly Dight; Casting A Dim Religious Light.

O Madness To Think Use Of Strongest Wines And Strongest Drinks Our Chief Support Of Health, When God With These Forbidden Made Choice To Rear His Mighty Champion, Strong Above Compare, Whose Drink Was Only From The Liquid Brook.

The Love-lorn Nightingale Nightly To Thee Her Sad Song Mourneth Well.