I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

A Golden Mind Stoops Not To Shows Of Dross.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.