But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William WordsworthHow does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
William WordsworthA lawyer art thou? Draw not nigh! Go, carry to some fitter place The keenness of that practised eye, The hardness of that sallow face.
William Wordsworth