There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.

For Cambridge people rarely smile, Being urban, squat, and packed with guile.

There's little comfort in the wise

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

There are only three things in the world, one is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.