Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

Dissembling Courtesy! How Fine This Tyrant Can Trickle When She Wounds!

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.