Few Know The Use Of Life Before

For Secrets Are Edged Tools, And Must Be Kept From Children And From Fools.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.