Fame Is The Spur That The Clear

To-morrow To Fresh Woods, And Pastures New.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

For Contemplation He And Valour Formed; / For Softness She And Sweet Attractive Grace, / He For God Only, She For God In Him: / His Fair Large Front And Eye Sublime Declared / Absolute Rule.

Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.