Nor Shall Our Cups Make Any Guilty

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.