He is all fault who has no fault at all.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.