Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd.

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!

I know what I want and what I might gain, and yet, how profitless to know.

One wise man's verdict outweighs all the fools'.

All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world