Here is the pleasant place, And nothing wanted is, save She, alas! - William Drummond of Hawthornden

This is the morn should bring unto this grove
My love, to hear and recompense my love.

My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchise: — But he, grim-grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb,
Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.

Quien no quiere razonar es un fanático; quien no sabe razonar es un tonto; quien no se atreve a razonar es un esclavo.