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Reason Can Discover Things Only Near,--sees Nothing That's Above Her.

Alas! Fond Child, How Are Thy Thoughts Beguil'd To Hope For Honey From A Nest Of Wasps? Thou May'st As Well Go Seek For Ease In Hell, Or Sprightly Nectar From The Mouths Of Asps. The World's A Hive, From Whence Thou Canst Derive No Good, But What Thy Soul's Vexation Brings: But Case Thou Meet Some Petty-petty Sweet, Each Drop Is Guarded With A Thousand Stings.

If Thy Desire To Raise Thy Fortunes Encourage Thy Delights To The Casts Of Fortune, Be Wise Betimes, Lest Thou Repent Too Late; What Thou Gettest, Thou Gainest By Abused Providence; What Thou Losest, Thou Losest By Abused Patience; What Thou Winnest Is Prodigally Spent; What Thou Losest Is Prodigally Lost; It Is An Evil Trade That Prodigally Drives; And A Bad Voyage Where The Pilot Is Blind.

Socrates Called Beauty A Short-lived Tyranny; Plato, A Privilege Of Nature; Theophrastus, A Silent Cheat; Theocritus, A Delightful Prejudice; Carneades, A Solitary Kingdom; Aristotle, That It Was Better Than All The Letters Of Recommendation In The World; Homer, That It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature; And Ovid, That It Was Favor Bestowed By The Gods.

Wickedness Is Its Own Punishment.