Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

What's fame? a fancy'd life in other's breath. A thing beyond us, even before our death.

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each Seene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage.

A mighty maze! But not without a plan.

No one should be ashamed to admit they are wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that they are wiser today than they were yesterday.