Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.