How Shall I Lose The Sin, Yet

Those Oft Are Stratagems Which Errors Seem Nor Is It Homer Nods, But We That Dream.

As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows The Tree.

So Man, Who Here Seems Principal Alone, Perhaps Acts Second To Some Sphere Unknown Touches Some Wheel, Or Verges To Some Goal; 'tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

Some Judge Of Authors' Names, Not Works, And Then Nor Praise Nor Blame The Writings, But The Men.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?