Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.