Art degraded, Imagination denied.
A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
God only acts and is, in existing beings or men.
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.