Thus Let Me Live, Unseen, Unknown, Thus

With Sharpen'd Sight Pale Antiquaries Pore, Th' Inscription Value, But The Rust Adore. This The Blue Varnish, That The Green Endears; The Sacred Rust Of Twice Ten Hundred Years.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

A Person Who Is Too Nice An Observer Of The Business Of The Crowd, Like One Who Is Too Curious In Observing The Labor Of Bees, Will Often Be Stung For His Curiosity.

No Craving Void Left Aching In The Soul.

Who Shall Decide When Doctors Disagree, And Soundest Casuists Doubt, Like You And Me?