So much one man can do that does both act and know.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative.

No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed! Fair trees! where s'e'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses fall. . . .

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.