The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The

Nor Love Thy Life, Nor Hate; But What Thou Livest, Live Well; How Long, Or Short, Permit To Heaven.

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.

How Sweetly Did They Float Upon The Wings Of Silence Through The Empty-vaulted Night, At Every Fall Smoothing The Raven Down Of Darkness Till It Smiled!

Deep Vers'd In Books, And Shallow In Himself.

Opinion In Good Men Is But Knowledge In The Making.