Nothing Is So Painful To The Human

The Moon Gazed On My Midnight Labours, While, With Unrelaxed And Breathless Eagerness, I Pursued Nature To Her Hiding Places.

You Seek For Knowledge And Wisdom As I Once Did; And I Ardently Hope That The Gratification Of Your Wishes May Not Be A Serpent To Sting You, As Mine Has Been.

I, A Miserable Wretch, Haunted By A Curse That Shut Up Every Avenue To Enjoyment.

Our Faults Are Apt To Assume Giant And Exaggerated Forms To Our Eyes In Youth.

Supremely Frightful Would Be The Effect Of Any Human Endeavor To Mock The Stupendous Mechanism Of The Creator Of The World.