Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

Thick As Autumnal Leaves That Strow The Brooks In Vallombrosa, Where Th' Etrurian Shades High Over-arch'd Imbower.

Till Old Experience Do Attain To Something Like Prophetic Strain.

Execute Their Airy Purposes.

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

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.