This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.