Had We But World Enough, And Time,

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul Into The Boughs Does Glide.

Let Us Roll All Our Strength, And All Our Sweetness, Up Into One Ball: And Tear Our Pleasures With Rough Strife, Through The Iron Gates Of Life. Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run.

Now Let Us Sport Us While We May; And Now, Like Amorous Birds Of Prey, Rather At Once Our Time Devour, Than Languish In His Slow-chapped Power.