His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.

When You're In My House You Shall Do As I Do And Believe Who I Believe In. So Bart Butter Your Bacon.