Now entertain conjecture of a time When creeping murmur and the poring dark Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
When the mind's free, The Body's delicate.
There is no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be, for loan oft loses both itself and friend, and borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy.
How long a time lies in one little word?