“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”

“The world forgetting, by the world forgot.Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!”

“The world forgetting by the world forgot.”

“Happy the man, whose wish and careA few paternal acres bound,Content to breathe his native airIn his own ground.”

“Our judgments, like our watches, nonego just alike, yet each believes his own”

“How happy he, who free from careThe rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air,In his own grounds”

“Poetic justice, with her lifted scale,Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs,And solid pudding against empty praise. Here she beholds the chaos dark and deep,Where nameless somethings in their causes sleep,Till genial Jacob, or a warm third day,Call forth each mass, a poem, or a play:How hints, like spawn, scarce quick in embryo lie,How new-born nonsense first is taught to cry.”