Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.

His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His Soul.