Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?

Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.

Books are the best type of the influence of the past.