The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
Little we see in nature that is ours.
We have given our hearts away.
I neglect God and his angels for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
We do not err because truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable.
To understand is almost the opposite of existing.