They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.