Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.

Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes By Transgressing Most Truly Kept The Law.

Methinks I See In My Mind A Noble And Puissant Nation Rousing Herself Like A Strong Man After Sleep, And Shaking Her Invincible Locks; Methinks I See Her As An Eagle Mewing Her Mighty Youth, And Kindling Her Undazzled Eyes At The Full Midday Beam.

Such Sights As Youthful Poets Dream On Summer Eves By Haunted Stream. Then To The Well-trod Stage Anon, If Jonson's Learned Sock Be On, Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child, Warble His Native Wood-notes Wild.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.