Where no hope is left, is left no fear.

Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

Education of youth is not a bow for every man to shoot in that counts himself a teacher; but will require sinews almost equal to those which Homer gave to Ulysses.

Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

The starry cope Of heaven.