But At My Back I Always Hear

Though I Carry Always Some Ill-nature About Me, Yet It Is, I Hope, No More Than Is In This World Necessary For A Preservative.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

Art Indeed Is Long, But Life Is Short.

How Vainly Men Themselves Amaze To Win The Palm, The Oak, Or Bays; And Their Uncessant Labours See Crown'd From Some Single Herb Or Tree. Whose Short And Narrow Verged Shade Does Prudently Their Toils Upbraid; While All Flow'rs And All Trees Do Close To Weave The Garlands Of Repose.