The lights and shades, whose well-accorded strife gives all the strength and color of our life.
They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.
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.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,-health, peace, and competence.