Presume Not That I Am The Thing

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.

And In The Morn And Liquid Dew Of Youth, Contagious Blastments Are Are Most Imminent.

Fairies Use Flowers For Their Charactery.