So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human

Whatever Is, Is Right.

All Other Goods By Fortune's Hand Are Given, A Wife Is The Peculiar Gift Of Heaven.

Dear Fatal Name! Rest Ever Unreveal'd, Nor Pass These Lips In Holy Silence Seal'd. Hide It, My Heart, Within That Close Disguise, Where Mixed With Gods, His Lov'd Idea Lies: O Write It Not, My Hand - The Name Appears Already Written - Wash It Out, My Tears! In Vain Lost Eloisa Weeps And Prays, Her Heart Still Dictates, And Her Hand Obeyes.

But To The World No Bugbear Is So Great, As Want Of Figure And A Small Estate.

Histories Are More Full Of Examples Of The Fidelity Of Dogs Than Of Friends.