The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture. The continent we inhabit is to be physic and ...food for our mind, as well as our body. The land, with its tranquilizing, sanative influences, is to repair the errors of a scholastic and traditional education, and bring us to just relations with men and things.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
But physic yet could never reach The maladies thou me dost teach:... Whom first the cramp of hope does tear; And then the palsy shakes of fear; The pestilence of love does heat; Or hatred's hidden ulcer eat; Joy's cheerful madness does perplex, Or sorrow's other madness vex; Which knowledge forces me to know, And memory will not forgo. What but a soul could have the wit To build me up for sin so fit? So architects do square and hew Green trees that in the forest grew.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Physic of Metaphysic begs defence, And Metaphysic calls for aid on Sense!... See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain! they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion blushingveils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread Empire, Chaos, is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word: Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall; And Universal Darkness buries All.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fear no more the frown o' th' great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;... Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages;... Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat, To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee and come to dust.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease;... Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, The uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve, Desire his death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And frantic-mad with evermore unrest; My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, At random from the truth vainly express'd; For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »