Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

The Wind-shak'd Surge, With High And Monstrous Main, Seems To Cast Water On The Burning Bear, And Quench The Guards Of The Ever-fixed Pole.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.