From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart.

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.