Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without Bound.

These Eyes, Tho' Clear To Outward View Of Blemish Or Of Spot, Bereft Of Light, Their Seeing Have Forgot, Nor To Their Idle Orbs Doth Sight Appear Of Sun, Or Moon, Or Star, Throughout The Year, Or Man, Or Woman. Yet I Argue Not Against Heaven's Hand Or Will, Not Bate A Jot Of Heart Or Hope; But Still Bear Up And Steer Right Onward.

Well Observe The Rule Of Not Too Much, By Temperance Taught In What Thou Eat'st And Drink'st.

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse

So He With Difficulty And Labour Hard Mov'd On, With Difficulty And Labour He.