What Will A Child Learn Sooner Than

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.

That, Chang'd Thro' All And Yet In All The Same, Great In The Earth As In Th' Ætherial Frame, Warms In The Sun, Refreshes In The Breeze, Glows In The Stars, And Blossoms In The Trees... Breathes In Our Soul, Informs Our Mortal Part... Submit - In This, Or Any Other Sphere, Secure To Be As Blest As Thou Canst Bear. All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee; All Chance, Direction Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood... All Partial Evil, Universal Good.