I Saw The Cloud, Though I Did

I Could Not Forbear Getting Up To The Top Of A Little Mountain, And Looking Out To Sea, In Hopes Of Seeing A Ship : Then Fancy That, At A Vast Distance, I Spied A Sail, Please Myself With The Hopes Of It, And, After Looking Steadily, Till I Was Almost Blind, Lose It Quite, And Sit Down And Weep Like A Child, And Thus Increase My Misery By My Folly.

He That Opposes His Own Judgment Against The Consent Of The Times Ought To Be Backed With Unanswerable Truths; And He That Has Truth On His Side Is A Fool As Well As A Coward If He Is Afraid To Own It Because Of Other Men's Opinions.

I Know Not What To Call This, Nor Will I Urge That It Is A Secret, Overruling Decree, That Hurries Us On To Be The Instruments Of Our Own Destruction, Even Though It Be Before Us, And That We Rush Upon It With Our Eyes Open.

Reason, It Is True, Is Dictator In The Society Of Mankind; From Her There Ought To Lie No Appeal; But Here We Want A Pope In Our Philosophy, To Be The Infallible Judge Of What Is Or Is Not Reason.

And Which I Take Notice Of Here, To Put Those Discontented People In Mind Of It, Who Cannot Enjoy Comfortably What God Has Given Them, Because They See And Covet Something That He Has Not Given Them. All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Me To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.