All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade! <br />Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours! <br />Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd, <br />And gently press'd my hand, and said 'Be ours!- <br />Take all thou e'er shalt have, a constant Muse: <br />At Court thou may'st be liked, but nothing gain: <br />Stock thou may'st buy and sell, but always lose, <br />And love the brightest eyes, but love in vain.'<br /><br />Alexander Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-in-windsor-forest/