The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor

My Soul Is In The Sky.

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.