I am a part of all that I have met.

To me He is all fault who hath no fault at all: For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.

I will be deafer than the blue-eyed cat, And thrice as blind as any noonday owl, To holy virgins in their ecstasies.

We are all a part of every person we have ever met.

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.

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