And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.

And I Will Place Within Them As A Guide My Umpire Conscience, Whom If They Will Hear Light After Light Well Used They Shall Attain, And To The End Persisting, Safe Arrive.

Praise From An Enemy Smells Of Craft.

Few Sometimes May Know, When Thousands Err.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.