A. E. Housman

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

And malt does more than Milton can To justify God's ways to man

Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.

Nature not content with denying him the ability to think, has endowed him with the ability to write.