Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is

Plays Round The Head, But Comes Not To The Heart. One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs Of Stupid Starers And Of Loud Huzzas; And More True Joy Marcellus Exil'd Feels Than Cæsar With A Senate At His Heels. In Parts Superior What Advantage Lies? Tell (for You Can) What Is It To Be Wise? 't Is But To Know How Little Can Be Known; To See All Others' Faults, And Feel Our Own.

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.

Silence! Coeval With Eternity! Thou Wert Ere Nature's Self Began To Be; Thine Was The Sway Ere Heaven Was Formed On Earth, Ere Fruitful Thought Conceived Creation's Birth.

Then Sculpture And Her Sister Arts Revived; Stones Leaped To Form, And Rocks Began To Live.