A tale in everything.

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.

The wealthiest man among us is the best

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.