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, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.-- Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. William Wordsworth
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The world is too much with us, too much of everything. We give our hearts away to things that are not important. This is how people waste their lives and become useless. The heart is the most precious part of our bodies, but we don't take care of it. We spend too much time on things that don't make us happy and we fail to realize how important it is.

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