Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

To Endeavor To Work Upon The Vulgar With Fine Sense Is Like Attempting To Hew Blocks With A Razor.

If Faith Itself Has Different Dresses Worn, What Wonder Modes In Wit Should Take Their Turn?

The Difference Is Too Nice - Where Ends The Virtue Or Begins The Vice.

Not To Go Back Is Somewhat To Advance, And Men Must Walk, At Least, Before They Dance.

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.