Oh, Blindness To The Future! Kindly Giv'n,

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Expression Is The Dress Of Thought, And Still Appears More Decent As More Suitable; A Vile Conceit In Pompous Words Express'd, Is Like A Clown In Regal Purple Dress'd.

Know Then Thyself, Presume Not God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.